Page 54 of Best Hex Ever
“Well, you did have quite a late night,” Scott said, barely able to keep the smugness off his face.
It was a good thing he had such a handsome face, otherwise pre-coffee Dina might have been tempted to wipe that smile right off. How had she never noticed the small scar above his right eyebrow before? Oh crap, she was mooning over him.
“Please say one of those is for me.” She eyed the steaming mugs in his hands.
“Short answer, yes. But I wasn’t sure what kind of coffee you drank, and you looked so cute sleeping—and snoring, by the way—”
“I do not snore.”
“Sure. Well, you were asleep so I didn’t want to wake you to ask, so I made, uh, a few different options.” Scott shrugged, handing Dina a mug. “This one’s just black, and there’s a latte and a cappuccino waiting for you in the kitchen.” She could get used to being treated like a princess. Wordlessly, Dina put down the cup of black coffee—her preferred form of coffee for first thing in the morning—and wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck, leaning in to meet his mouth with hers.
Scott let out a surprised groan of delight as she kissed him, and hastily placed his own cup of coffee down so he could fold Dina into his arms. Like she belonged there.
This kiss was different to any of last night’s. It was slower, deeper. Both of them taking their time, getting to know the touch of each other’s lips, breath mingling.
Scott broke away, placing a flurry of kisses along Dina’s cheek and jawline and neck, sending shivers through her that rolled right down to her toes. This kiss was sweet, and caring, and it was making her heart beat at a pace it only tended to reach during a heavy gym session.
“You smell like chocolate,” Scott murmured against the hollow of her collarbone. “Is it magic?”
Dina let out a laugh of delight. This man…this man was going to end her, he was so fucking cute.
“Not magic. Just cocoa butter. But we should probably talk about the magic.” She leaned back, but Scott’s arms remained wrapped around her, one hand slowly caressing the small of her back.
“Okay, we can talk about it.” His hands moved to grab her ass and scooped her up. Without thinking, Dina wrapped her legs around him.
“Scott, I said we need to talk about the magic!” She laughed as he carried her into the living room.
“We are, I just wanted to make you more comfortable,” Scott replied as he plonked Dina down onto a pile of cushions on the sofa.
“And you needed to carry me?” she called after him as he went to fetch their mugs of coffee.
Scott handed her the coffee, and she noticed that his hands were so large that his fingers enveloped the whole circumference of the mug. And she knew what those hands could do…
He looked at Dina, his eyes darkening as he sat beside her on the sofa.
“Yes,” he said responding to her question. “I—I can’t stop touching you, Dina. I don’t want to. I’ve wanted to touch you since, well, since we met.”
“Since we met? I wasn’t exactly at my best when we met at the café,” she said.
“Well, I wasn’t on my best form that day either, but that didn’t stop me noticing how beautiful you were.”
God help her, she was blushing. Dina tucked one of her curls behind her ear.
“The magic,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Right. Are you going to make me guess what you are in some kind of convolutedTwilight-style reveal? I can do the whole spider-monkey thing if you’re into it.” Scott grinned.
“I’m sorry, but are you insinuating that you’ve seenTwilight?”
“I have two mums, of course I’ve seenTwilight.”
“Consider me impressed. But no, I wasn’t going to make you guess. I think it’s fairly obvious—I’m a witch.” Dina exhaled. Just saying the word in front of Scott felt like a weight being lifted.
He knew now; he knew the secret she only shared with a select few. Maybe this was self-sabotage, and he was about to run a mile. But then again she’d already shown him her moonlight spell, and he hadn’t run away from her then.
“I know you’re a witch, Dina,” Scott said, his voice low and soft. She looked up and met his eyes. Warm, inviting. He wasn’t pushing her away. “And I hope you know this, but your secret is safe with me. I love that you have magic, and I love that you trust me enough to share that part of yourself with me.”
She squeezed his hand and he let out a hiss. Dina looked down, noticing an angry burn on the back of Scott’s hand.
