Page 84 of Charmed, I'm Sure
His smug grin confirmed my suspicions, and I groaned.
“I asked you out tonight because I wanted to show you something,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
Is it the sausage in your pants?My mind veered straight into the gutter, but I managed to bite back the words.
“What do you want to show me?”
Instead of answering, he twined his fingers with mine and started leading me toward the side of the house.
“Wait, where are we going?”
Taylor glanced over his shoulder, his smile sly. “You’ll see.”
I pulled my hand free and stepped back. “Not until you tell me.”
With a low growl, he closed the gap between us in two strides, wrapping me in his arms. His lips descended on mine, and I melted like butter on a hot skillet. Kissing Taylor was intoxicating—my mind hazy, my body light, every nerve alive with sensation.
When he finally pulled back, his breath warm against my cheek, I could barely string two words together.
“Are you going to tell me now?” I managed, my voice embarrassingly breathless.
He shook his head, grinning as he laced his fingers through mine again. “Trust me.”
“Can I at least grab my purse?” I asked, still trying to regain control of the situation—or at least my heart rate.
“It’s already in your car,” Jae called from the doorway.
“Jesus, do you have a GPS tracker on her or something?” Taylor yelled back, exasperation tinging his voice.
“No, but maybe I should, considering how often you try to whisk her away,” Jae shot back, her grin audible in her words.
I stifled a laugh as Taylor pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Would you be nice?” I whispered, nudging him with my elbow.
“Baby, we’ve been interrupted more times than I care to count.Threeof those times were byher,” he muttered, nodding toward Jae.
“I thought you weren’t counting,” I teased, earning a playful glare.
He stepped closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. The intimate gesture sent a shiver down my spine. “I just want you to myself for once. Is that such a bad thing?”
“No, it’s not,” I admitted, my voice softer than I intended. Rising onto my toes, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, savoring the way his arms instinctively tightened around me.
“If y’all are quite finished,” Jae interrupted, her tone dripping with mock impatience. “Mags, would you kindly grab your purse so I can go home?”
“Go,” Taylor murmured, tugging me toward the car.
Taylor
“Taylor,” Magnolia drew out my name, her voice tinged with suspicion as I turned onto the winding driveway of my new house. She leaned forward in her seat, squinting into the darkness as if it might reveal my intentions.
I hummed in response, unwilling to trust my mouth—or my brain—to form coherent words.
Nerves prickled along my spine as the gravel crunched beneath the tires. The feeling caught me off guard. I’d been so sure about this step, about planting roots and starting a life of my own. But as I stole a glance at Magnolia, her face a mixture of curiosity and unease, one thought consumed me:I hope she likes it.
The headlights illuminated the front of the house, and Magnolia gasped.
“What are we doing here?” she demanded, sitting bolt upright. “Taylor, we can’t be here!”
