Page 47 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“Ground rules,” she echoed, nodding. “Like what?”
“Texting?”
“Obviously.”
“Phone calls?”
“That’s a given.”
“Telling people?”
“Tellingwho? And what?” she asked, a quirked brow lifting.
“Family and friends, and that we’re seeing each other.”
Her nose scrunched, head tilting to the side. “Not yet?”
“Okay, but may I ask why?”
“I don’t want everyone staring at me any more than they already do. You’re still the town golden boy, even after all those years away. And I’m still… well,me.”
I didn’t agree, but I understood her perspective. She’d spent her life enduring sneers from townsfolk because someone started a rumor years ago that she and her family were witches. It was part of why Kyle had tormented her in school, still finding twisted joy in it. Ridiculous, but it was Magnolia’s reality. If it were up to me, I’d shout it from the rooftops. I wanted to walk around town with her on my arm, do mundane things like grocery shopping, cook her dinner, or share a bucket of popcorn at the movies. But she had her limits, and I didn’t want to push those boundaries—not yet, anyway. She wanted to go slow, so just call me a tortoise—at least he won in the end.
I nodded sagely and released a steady breath. “Fair enough. But that brings me to my next question. How are we going to go on dates if you don’t want the town knowing about us?”
“Convenient run-ins?” she suggested, grimacing.
“Mags.”
“I don’t know, Taylor. I don’t know how to dothis.”
“Date?”
“No, I know how to dothat. It’s been a while, but I’m pretty sure the premise hasn’t changed. Can’t we just, I don’t know, figure it out as we go?”
A stone sank in my stomach as I nodded, and silence settled between us. But then her hands found my hips, gently pulling me closer as she stared up at me.
“Kissing?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I brought one hand to her waist, the other cupping her cheek as I held her gaze—and my breath—because if she said no, I was pretty sure I would shrivel up and die on the spot.
“Definitely.”
“Just not in front of anyone.” Her chin dropped, her eyes falling to my chest before I coaxed her gaze back up to mine. “I’m not big on PDA, anyway.”
And then I kissed her.
It started off soft and slow, but when a contented little moan vibrated against my lips, fire surged through my veins. Slipping my hand around to the back of her head, I tangled my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back to devour her.
Her hands fisted into my shirt, pulling me closer as she wrapped her legs around my hips. Banding an arm around her back, I slid her to the edge of the counter until her center pressed against me. She gasped against my lips, then slowly began to rock her hips along the hardened ridge of my cock, and I nearly came from just that.
With a disgruntled groan, I released her hair, grabbed her hips to still her movements, and rested my forehead against hers. “Mags, baby, are youtryingto kill me?”
Our labored breathing mingled in the space between us for a moment before she gently separated us. “No. Sorry. I told you… liquid brain.”
“The feeling is mutual. Trust me.”
Her gaze raked down my body to the tent pitched in my joggers. “I can see that.”
