Page 99 of Livewire Witch

A wall of what can only be grief batters my insides. My veins fill with burning ice as horror fills me the longer she speaks.

“When we went through the ritual to remove the curse, you had to make a great sacrifice and, well, it was...”

“You.” Fuck. My stomach is churning. I feel like I might be physically sick.

It does explain why my head has been such a mess recently. My head and my body have been warring with each other, and I couldn’t make sense of what was causing it.

No wonder I’ve been half hard around her.

No wonder I’ve been fighting jealousy whenever I’ve seen her with Zeph or Roscoe. Whenever I’ve caught a whiff of her scent and dreamt of having someone wrapped around me. I think back over the last month: the strange haziness, the missing pieces.

No. That’s not right. It’s not justsomeoneI’ve been missing and dreaming of.

I’ve been dreaming of having her beside me.

I thought I was going fucking insane.

All these weeks, my compass has been spinning around and round, searching wildly for true north.

Silver.

“I don’t remember,” I admit, my voice catching in my throat.

She nods sadly before clearing her throat and smiling at me. My gut clenches and I feel so damn guilty.

I caused this. Weeks of sadness and of being separated, of not knowing who she was. Weeks of my attention skimming over her without me realizing it.

I must have really fucking hurt her in making that decision.

I’m not sure I could call it an entirely selfish decision, considering what would have happened if I hadn’t made the sacrifice. I asked Seb to help me forget Silver. And I can’t imagine I would have expected for things to go down like this. It seems a cruel trick of fate that I didn’t just forget our past or our developing relationship. I also forgot about her every time I saw her in the past month.

Every fucking day, I’ll have seen her and dismissed her.

Fuck. I must have gutted her.

“You seem to remember me from yesterday, though, right?” she asks softly. “And from five minutes ago, which is an improvement in how things were before. Maybe it was that kiss at the club that changed things,” she mumbles the last few words, and I’m not sure she wants me to overhear them.

“I do. I’ve barely been able to think of anything other than you for over a week, but it’s felt like something was missing for weeks now.” I reach out and squeeze her hand, feeling another stab of guilt. I don’t know how I’m ever going to make this up to her. Or if I will be able to. “I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I’m so damn sorry, Silver.”

It’s the strangest thing, feeling like you know someone when you don’t share a history. Right now, I feel weirdly comfortable with her, and yet I don’t know anything about her. Even stranger to learn that we do actually share a history, I’ve just forgotten it.

No wonder I’m obsessed. I thought I was going nuts.

Now’s not the time to show Silver how sorry I am, or to try to make this up to her. It’sreallynot the time, but we’re here together and she’s intoxicating. I could lose myself in her if I’m not careful.

My eyes dart down to her plush lips and I breathe in a scent that’s floral, but not overpowering. Sweet and intoxicating without being heady.

“I’d like to kiss you again.”

“See if it jogs any memories?” she teases.

“Because I feel like I’ll go insane if I have to go another minute without knowing the taste of you on my tongue. And since I can’t bury my face in your pussy and re-learn your taste that way, I’ll have to settle for a kiss.”

From her stuttered inhale in reaction to my words, I worry if I’m being too forward. I’ve officially lost my damn mind here and I think I’ll lose it even more if I don’t kiss her right this second.

Then she takes a step closer, her gorgeous tits pressing against my chest and her spellbinding eyes drawing me in. She wraps her small hands on either side of my jaw and pulls me close until her soft lips are on mine. She sucks my lower lip into her mouth and I can’t help the groan rumbling out of my chest. Her taste on my tongue is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.

I have all these feelings inside me. They’re loose kites with nothing to hold them down. And as our lips meet, their strings snap into place. I’ve spent the past few months flailing in the wind and this kiss is tethering me.

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