Page 47 of Untraced Magic
Hey, sorry I had to get out of there.
I get it. Sorry aboutWes. Are you okay?
Yes, thanks for everything tonight.
I’m just glad you’re safe. Can I come over in the morning?
Sure, I’ll see you then. Goodnight.
Goodnight. Call if you need me.
Lock your door.
Will do. :)
I draped an arm over my forehead as the evening played over on repeat. Every word, every touch, etched in my mind and making my dick throb again. I rolled over ignoring it, attempting to name every make of car I could, until sleep finally took hold of me.
Morgan
Aheavinesssettledinmy stomach, like boulders in their final resting place after a wild storm.
Last night had been a disaster of epic proportions, and everything I ever knew to be real had tipped on an axis, leaving me desperately clutching the edge of reality.
How I lost my shit, exposed mymagicas Tyler called it, and fell for my next-door neighbor who may or may not be a total pyromaniac was beyond me.
The one thing I’d guarded with my life had been exposed.
And worse, Tyler had witnessed the entire thing.
I’d known I was different from a young age. Call it intuition maybe. But witches? And magic?
Last night, everything had changed between Tyler and I, and it felt right. Tyler had secrets of his own, and more it seemed. Could I trust him? I had to. Because right now, he was the only thing I knew to be real.
Popping a pod into the coffee machine, I hit theonbutton, a rich aroma filling the kitchen. Scuffing at the front door followed by a light knock interrupted my thoughts.
“Morgan, it’s me. Can I come in?”
My stomach flipped with nerves at hearing Tyler voice. Taking a deep breath, I padded to the front door, opening it wide.
My heart short-circuited at the sight of him leaning against the door frame. He wore a crisp white tee and those same faded black jeans, his hands shoved into his pockets.
A cautious smile creased his cheeks, and I couldn’t hold back a smile in return.
“Hey, come in,” I said, waving him inside.
Tyler slipped off his boots, and I followed him to the lounge, my gaze devouring the ripple of muscle that tightened across his shoulders with every movement. An awkward silence lingered between us, and my gaze dipped to the floorboards.
“Mind if I sit?” he asked.
I inwardly groaned at my rudeness. “Sorry. Of course.”
He lowered to the couch, his elbows settling on his knees, and I sat beside him. The combination of the intensity of his stare and his closeness melted my insides, turning me into a nervous wreck.
“I just wanted to see how you were… after last night.”
“Am I going to keep your secret, you mean?” I raised a brow.
His voice lowered. “That’s not what I meant.”
