Now, I was well aware that certain sports required certain modes of dress for protection, but I failed to see how wearing a sleeveless blouse on the course qualified as a safety hazard. God forbid the sight of my bare shoulders should send male golfers into a tizzy, knocking balls everywhere.
Don’t give me that look,
(Derek) “No casting? No practicing?” He shook his head. “Don’t tell Simon that.”
“Don’t tell Simon what?” said a voice behind us.
We turned to see Simon step out of the doorway.
“That Tori doesn’t need to use incantations to cast,” Derek said.
“Seriously?” He swore. “You’re right. Don’t tell me.” He picked his way across the roof. “Better yet, don’t tell her that I need incantations and weeks of practice, and I still suck.”
Hunting humans for sport? Eating them?” the bitterness in his voice cut through me. “Yeah, I caught that part.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with you?
He lifted his eyes, gaze shuttered. “No?”
“Not unless being a werewolf transforms you into a wolf AND a redneck moron.
But that’s what dreams are for-to weave reality and fantasy and memory and stitch together something you can’t hope for in waking life. To fulfill that little part of you that wants something so bad.
So, is it too young for you?”
He leaned over, lips coming to mine, arms pulling me into a kiss, soft at first, tentative, then … wow. The guy could kiss. I finally had to pull back to catch my breath.
“Good answer?” he said.
“Yep. You like them young.”
He flushed. “That was not the message.”
“Are you sure? Because it certainly seems–“
He cut me off with another oxygen-depriving kiss.
The part about me being an ‘okay sorcerer’? ‘Not great’? No I believe I missed that.
-Lucas Cortez (Dime Store Magic)
I love you. I’m not sure if it’s the way you want me to. I think it might be. But I know that I love you. I absolutely love you.
I even pulled out the can of cat treats. Yes, I’d bought him treats. Give it another month and I’d be collecting his shed whiskers and claws like a proud momma preserving her baby’s first haircut and lost teeth.
Gabriel might always have his own best interests at heart, but he expects everyone else to do the same for themselves. To him, we are all the center of our own universes.