Page 136 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“Come for me, baby,” I pleaded when I felt her walls begin to flutter around me.
With a few more rocks of her hips, she shattered in my arms, my name a cry from her lips. Her body trembled against mine, and with a groan into her neck, I followed.
I’d follow that woman anywhere.
To the edge of pleasure. Out of this town. To the other side of the world.
It didn’t matter.
Anywhere she went, I’d be right beside her.
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Brace for impact
Magnolia
“I’mnotaninvalid,”Aunt Evie sniped, swatting at me as I tried to help her out of the front seat of Taylor’s Bronco.
“No, of course not. You only got hit by a car and are recovering from surgery, but what do I know?” I drawled, fixing her with an exasperated stare.
“Magpie, just because you’re datin’ a doctor doesn’t mean you get to treat me like I’m your patient,” she huffed.
“Oh, well, by all means. Let’s consult a doctor. Taylor?”
“Don’t drag me into this,” he exclaimed, raising his hands in surrender.
“Smart man,” Aunt Evie muttered—but the words barely left her lips before a wince stole across her face as she shifted.
“You gonna keep being difficult?” I deadpanned, crossing my arms over my chest.
She’d always been stubborn, always insisted on doing things her own way, in her own time—and she wonders where I got it from. But even I’d learned when to lean on people, that I couldn’t do everything on my own. That it was okay to ask for help. Sure, it might have taken the man standing behind me to show me that I didn’t have to shoulder every burden myself, but that wasn’t the point.
She was being more stubborn than a mule.
Aunt Evie and I locked eyes, neither of us flinching, blinking, or damn near breathing as we silently willed the other to back down.
“Come on, ladies, it’s Christmas,” Taylor said brightly, clearly trying to defuse the standoff.
“Shush, you,” we snapped in unison.
At least we were aligned there.
I raised my brows, barely hiding my smirk as my aunt’s face twisted in pain when she attempted to turn in her seat. With a groan of frustration—and a scathing glare at Taylor when he chuckled—she finally caved and accepted my help.
“It’s a Christmas miracle,” I whispered, carefully holding her elbow and supporting her shoulder just as the physical therapist had instructed before her discharge.
I let her set the pace, only moving when she did, while Taylor hovered behind me just in case.
Mother above, if I didn’t already love that man, I would now. He was always a strong, steady presence at my side—never overstepping, but always there when I needed him.
Aunt Evie sighed in relief, her head falling back as her feet finally settled on solid ground, shoulders dropping from her ears. But when she opened her eyes again, confusion flitted across her face. “What’s with all the cars?”
“Jae and her parents are here. I asked them to bring some food over since I, uh, haven’t really had time to cook for Christmas with everything else going on.”
The sun dipped below the horizon, a velvety blanket of deep purple stretching across the sky as night settled in. In the fading light, I saw the shimmer of unshed tears brimming in my aunt’s eyes.
“Aunt Evie? Are you okay? Are you in pain?”
