Page 125 of Charmed, I'm Sure
I shook my head against the pillow and hiked the covers higher. “When they’re this bad all that helps are my meds and a cold cap. Sleep should help take the edge off, though.” A yawn escaped with the final words.
“I could go get them for you, if you’d like.”
“Really?”
Taylor sat down next to me and gently swept my hair behind my ear. “One of these days you’ll get it.”
“Get what?” I asked through a yawn so wide that my eyes watered.
“That you’re it for me, Magnolia.”
As he tucked me into bed, a whisper drifted through my mind once more.
I love you.
I wanted to say it. But my eyes were too heavy, my body already sinking into sleep.
“Get some rest, baby. I’ll be back soon.”
I love you.
Taylor
I stood frozen in the doorway to my room, my eyes locked on where Magnolia was curled into a ball on the bed. I wasn’t sure if she’d meant to say it aloud or if she’d thought I was already gone, butholy fuck.I wanted to throw a damn parade, do a stupidly giddy dance in the hallway—hell, shout it from the rooftops.
But even from across the room, I could see her features contorting—pain wracking her body, even in sleep.
Focus, Taylor. It doesn’t count.
Not yet.
And she needed me more than I needed to hear it again.
With a relieved smile on my lips, I hurried into the kitchen and stashed the food in the fridge before digging into no-man’s land—a woman’s purse. Thankfully, Magnolia’s was at least somewhat organized, making it relatively easy to find her keys.
Her mumbled confession echoed in my ears, the sound growing sweeter with every repetition, as I drove toward her house. Suddenly, the stars were brighter, the crisp winter air more refreshing, and—to my unending surprise—Christmas music wasn’t quite so obnoxious.
Amazing what hearing that the woman you loved, loved you back could do to a person’s mood and general outlook on life.
Bellevue Manor was dark when I pulled into the drive, save for the icicle lights draping from the porch awning. I had to turn on my phone’s flashlight to find my way up the steps. But as I slipped the key into the lock, it hit me—I had no clue where I was going.
I’d never been in Magnolia’s room. Hell, I’d never been further into the house than the living room and kitchen. And yet, she trusted me enough to traipse through her house unaccompanied to find the things she needed.
A love confession and a new level of trust in one day?I needed to buy a lottery ticket.
The moment I pushed the door open, a strange warmth wrapped around me, trickling down my spine—seconds before something tapped against my shin, followed by a very angry-sounding yowl.
“Well, hello to you too, you angry cotton ball.”
“Meow.” The tone was unmistakable—fuck off.
“Well, that was rude. Can you show me where Magnolia’s room is, please?”
Meowfoy narrowed his eyes before flopping onto the floor like a fluffy barricade.
“You know I can just step over you, right?”
“Rraaaarr… Hisss.”
