Page 40 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Meredith
Do you have a weird look on your face?
Meredith
Side note: can we please get an italics function in text messaging? I want my inflections inflected!
Magnolia
I’m going to go. Need to save my battery life since I don’t think I have my charger here, and I don’t know how long I’ll be stuck.
Madison
Yeah, okay, Mags. I’m sure it’s torture being 'stuck there' with the guy you’ve been drooling over.
By the way, I’m using this in a book. K, thanks.
Thoughwecouldn’tseeit, the sound of rain hammering against the roof and wind whipping against the building told us the storm was still having a field day with Bellevue. It had only been an hour at most, but the heavy silence settling inside my little shop was louder than the chaos outside.
We’d taken up residence onCharCutie’s kitchen floor, leaning against one of the stainless-steel tables as we tossed random objects into one of my mixing bowls across the room. It was the only thing I could think of to occupy ourselves, especially after Taylor peeled his rain-soaked shirt from his body—his impressive physique on full display. It wasn’t like he was carved from granite, but good lord, he was fit in all the right ways. Strong arms and chest, with just a hint of cushion around the middle. The kind of body that’s nice to look at but even better to curl against. After all, who likes to lay on a rock?
I, on the other hand, had sprinted out of my house in a dingy t-shirt with bleach stains and sweatpants that had seen better days. And since I had been at home, I didn’t even have a bra on under my shirt. Given that I’d just endured the freezing rain, there was no way he hadn’t noticed.
“Soooo,” Taylor drawled as he launched a piping tip toward the bowl, the metallic clang echoing through the air as it hit the lip and ricocheted away. “Dammit.”
A snicker escaped me before I could stop it as I launched my own toward the bowl, achieving the same result. “So?” I parroted back.
“Are we going to talk about it?” He threw another piping tip, a muffled ‘yes’ escaping his lips when it landed inside the bowl.
“Talk about what?”
“Well, we could start with why you thought chasing your cat in a hurricane was a good idea.”
“And the conversation would end there. Just like it has every other time you’ve tried.” Pushing up from the floor, I rounded the table in search of something to keep my hands busy and to distract myself from the inquisition in his eyes.
“Magnolia.”
As soon as he said my name, the lights flickered a few times before the entire space went dark. If I’d been there alone, it wouldn’t have been a big deal; a little wiggle of my fingers would have illuminated the place in a magical glow. But with Taylor here, I had to fumble around the kitchen, searching for a flashlight. A curse slipped from my lips as something clattered to the floor just before a beam of light landed on me.
“You alright over there?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where’d you get the flashlight?” When I turned around, I suppressed the urge to facepalm as Taylor held up his phone and shrugged.
Of course. A fucking phone.
“Mags, are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m peachy keen, jelly bean. There’s only a hurricane outside, my familia—familycat is missing, the power is out, and I have a half-naked man standing in the kitchen of my business. Just another Friday.” My words rushed out in a breathless stream, my head spinning slightly from the abrupt lack of oxygen.
“Mags, I’m sure your cat will be fine.”
“You don’t get it." I threw my head back, taking a deep breath as I ran my palms down my face. “Meowfoy is more than just a family cat. You… you wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re right; I don’t. We never had pets growing up. But uh,Meowfoy? You named your cat Meowfoy?”
“And Hermeownie.”
“Hermeownie?”
