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We collapse onto the mattress, Jesse curling around me as I snuggle back against his chest. His hand brushes my hair aside, before pulling the strap of my dress down my shoulder and kissing my bare skin.
“I’d like to say I’m sorry our date was cut so short, but I can’t,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the spot.
“I can’t, either,” I say, my lips curling up into a grin. “Best first date, ever.”
15
A DIRE SITUATION
After our explosive first date, my relationship with Jesse suddenly seemed more…official. We’ve been spending time together every day. He comes over every time he gets an urge to see me, which is often, and I honestly don’t hate it. There are no games, no desire to hide his eagerness to be near me, and no hesitation to demonstrate his affection.
And it’s not all about the sex, though we do jump each other’s bones a lot. We also just hang out together. We watch television, play board games, and read together. He sits at the table and chats with me while I eat. He takes me to the movies, he goes grocery shopping with me, and we even went bowling. Once. When he threw the ball down the lane and shattered all ten pins, we decided bowling wasn’t really our thing.
It’s only been a few weeks since we met, but I can’t deny itI’m falling for Jesse.
There’s a small, whispering voice in my head that tells me this is crazy. That I shouldn’t allow myself to fall in love with a vampire. What would my future be like with him? Sure, I’d be happy for a while, but what if I decide I want a child? I could use in-vitro fertilization and a sperm donor to make it happen, but would Jesse want that? Would he marry me and raise a family, only to watch us all grow old and die before his very eyes?
I shake my head, pushing away the morbid thoughts. It’s far too soon to start worrying about things like that. Jesse and I are still getting to know each other, and who knows how long this thing will even last?
I close my laptop––I’m not getting any work done, anyway––and pick up phone for the seventeenth time this morning. Tapping the screen, I type in my passcode to see my texting app still open to my thread with Steph. My thumbs pause over the screen as I try to get my thoughts in order. What do you say to your best friend when you find out she’s a witch?
Hey, Steph! So…when were you going to tell me you can cast spells and shit like that?
I sigh and close the app without typing anything. I haven’t spoken to her since Jesse let the cat out of the bag, and I’m sure she’s giving me a pass because of my thing with him. She probably thinks my radio silence is due to being wrapped up in a new relationship. Lord knows, I’ve been through this with her more than once.
But I also know she won’t let this go on much longer. I have to figure out what I’m going to say…or not say when I speak to her next.
I look toward my front door. I don’t keep it locked anymore when Jesse’s home. If anyone ever tried to break in, they’d be incapacitated before they even got a foot inside the door. Jesse would hear and take care of it in a blink. Plus, it’s easier to just leave it unlocked so I don’t have to get up and let him in every time I call for him…which is pretty fucking often.
“Jesse.”
He walks through my door a second later, giving me a smile meant to melt my underwear. It disappears, though, when he sees my expression. Or maybe my aura. Or both.
He’s beside me on the couch in a blink, holding my hand and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear with a concerned look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “I need to go see Steph, and I don’t know what to say to her.”
He stares into my eyes without blinking for several beats, then squeezes my hand gently. “Do you want me to go with you?”
I cock my head. “Is that a good idea? Don’t witches hate vampires?”
My entire body locks up, and I stare at him, unblinking, while my mind races. He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head and leap up from the couch to pace the floor.
“It’s so obvious. I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before now,” I mumble.
“What’s obvious?” Jesse asks, and I stop pacing to meet his eyes.
“She doesn’t know what she is.”
“You don’t know that, for sure,” he says.
“I’m sure of it, Jesse,” I say as I perch on the edge of the couch and angle my body to face him. “Remember that day at the coffee shop when you met me outside and told me she’s a witch?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“I told her about you,” I say, my face heating with embarrassment.
