Page 83 of Charmed, I'm Sure
I chuckle. “Does it now?”
He nods his head. “Yeah, I’ve pretty much determined that hexing me is your love language at this point.”
“Fair, you might be onto something there.”
He smirks as if he didn’t need that confirmation but will take it all the same. “Third, you actually let me make you dinner. So at this point we are practically married.”
I spit out my wine as my mouth hangs open. Whoa, married?
Miles grabs another napkin, dabbing at the wine I just spewed everywhere. He laughs, but me? I’m still sitting here, choking on the word.
“Bellamy, breathe. I didn’t say we are married; it was a joke.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just a lot. I’ve gone from a solitary life with Nyx to two new pets and a fated mate that I didn’t even know anything about until he showed up in my town. I’m still adjusting to the idea of something I don’t even understand. We haven’t exactly talked about what being fated mates even means. Does it mean that you are moving in with me?”
He sets the napkin down, twisting to face me. “Is that an option on the table?”
I point my fork at him, glaring at him.
He laughs as he takes a sip of his own wine.
“I thought we would make it through dinner and dessert before this conversation, but we can do it now.”
“Yeah, well, there isn’t exactly a handbook I can go to for answers. Which is my normal go-to. All I know is you just showed up one day and suddenly my life feels…different. You are consuming my thoughts.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m going to be honest here. I don’t know how this will go for you since you are a witch. But for a wolf, it’s instinct. Wolves don’t question it because they feel it in every part of us. Down to our atoms. It’s in every aspect of us. For me, it’s simple: You are my one and only. The person I would die to protect, annoy with all my sunshine, and make spaghetti for…”
“Fantastic, so it’s a magical collar and you’re holding the leash.”
He grins, dimples flashing, and I’m trying not to melt. I’ve never liked the idea of fate telling me everything I willdo. It’s one thing that Elora and I’ve fought over our entire lives.
He leans closer, his fingers running through my hair, sending chills over my scalp.
“Not a leash, Trouble. More like a tether. Even when you push me away, I’m drawn towards you. It is beyond fate and beyond force. There’s a trust. You are my home.”
My chest aches as the word “home” echoes around us. I’ve never felt at home anywhere other than my shop, where my magic protects me. I swirl spaghetti around my fork, shoving it into my mouth, avoiding the overwhelming feelings circling inside me. The sauce flicks across the edge of my mouth as I suck in the noodles. But before I can wipe my mouth with my napkin, Miles leans across the table. His thumb brushes against my cheek, slow, and deliberate. His hazel eyes round as they hold mine.
He’s so close, close enough that I can see the amber flecks in the sea of blues and greens. Our breaths mingle; our combined heart rates are making their own music.
“And sometimes…it’s knowing when to stop talking and just show you what it will be like.”
I don’t give him a chance I don’t hesitate. Leaning forward, I capture his lips with mine. He doesn’t move at first. Just frozen as if he never believed this moment would actually happen.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
(I’ve Had) The Hex of My Life
Bellamy
The bond crackles between us, the pulse of the magic zinging across our lips. That seems to pull him out of his shock because his soft, pillow lips go from frozen to moving against mine.
I don’t know if this is what it feels like for everyone, but if this is what kissing feels like, I want more of it. But like two teenagers who’ve never done this before, both of us aren’t touching more than our lips, until he moves. No longer leaning off his chair, he kneels between my legs, his hands roaming up the outside of my thighs.
My muscles twitch with each gentle stroke of his hands. Something deep inside me is craving more, wanting to find out what all these feelings mean.
His hands tighten, pushing and testing exactly what will pull a reaction from me. He moves even closer to the place I’ve never let anyone see, let alone touch. Just when I think he’s going to dive down, he instead circles his hands around my ass, gripping it, and pulling me to the edge of the chair. All while not missing a beat with his kissing.
My hands fly up, tangling in the silky pink strands of his ridiculous hair. I tug him closer, deepening the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of his mouth–hungry, reckless, ready to taste him in a way I never have before.