Page 28 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

H is actions. It makes sense… everything he did was for me.

It’s a slow unraveling—the kind that catches you off guard, then wraps around you like a warm, melting candy.

Sometimes, love is unexpected—like a skeleton popping out of a closet.

But once you recognize it—the love, not the dead body—it shifts everything.

Of course we had sex on that coffin. While we kissed and licked each other, I was riding him. No blood, though. If I want to keep him close, I need a leash. Mine will be crafted of telling him my blood is his when he behaves like a good little bat boy.

I am in love with him. THIS little bat wrapped his wings around my heart the moment I held my knife on his cock.

We walk on the street, and he steals candy from a kid for me since he knows I'll complain that we missed trick-or-treat.Hot.

Eagerly anticipating the winter's spooky wonders, I imagine frosty tales unfolding. I know he’ll unleash a playful fury, decapitating every snowman in sight just for me.