In the beginning, it was her warm cake donut smell of her magic that called me because of what it represented—power and the ability to wield it against my father. But now? Yes, LeLe is one of the strongest witches there is, but she’s so much more than that.
She’s everything—except mine, and I fucking hate that almost as much as I love her. It makes my gut twist and my chest hurt like a real bitch, and part of me wants to just give in to the pain and the bitterness. But I’ve had a lot of practice in my life with denial for a greater purpose, and right now that purpose is getting LeLe out of this forest.
Still, I’m an asshole who can’t help but take a taste of what he can’t have.
I dip my head down and brush my lips across hers. I swear, that’s all I intend, but the second I touch her, I forget the shit we’re in, where we are, and the rest of the world in general. There’s only the two of us. And when she kisses me back, my whole body responds. Heat and want and the rush of I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening slam into me. My fingers are threading through her hair and I’m cupping the back of her head before I know it, deepening the kiss and putting into action everything I can’t say no matter how much I wish I could. She matches my intensity, kicks it up a few notches because she doesn’t just give as good as she gets, the woman I love always does more. Fuck me, does she ever. A more cynical me would say it’s because of the adrenaline rush of what’s at stake here, but I know better. It has been, is, and will always be like his with LeLe. I’m not perfect for her, but damn is she perfect for me.
A better man would stop this now, but we all know that man is not me. I’m no hero. I’m just an asshole who isn’t ready to say goodbye.
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