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Welp, as the kids say, I’m going to have to find myself a gran.
Chapter Twelve
Zoey
Iwake up Sunday morning buzzing.
That kiss…
Every time I close my eyes, I can feel his mouth on mine and the way my stomach flipped, the way the earth actually seemed to move under my feet.
It’s a cliché, I know, but that’s what it felt like; the earth moving like everything shifted under the power of that kiss.
Because it was powerful. It zoomed through me, awakening things I didn’t know existed in me, like a small fire of desire burned everywhere. I’ve been attracted to men before, but this…oh, this. Everything else I’ve ever experienced paled in comparison to this. Every little moment in the past when I thought I was in love crumbled to dust.
Not that this is love.
This is plain old desire.
On the level I’ve never experienced before. And I’m…I’m in trouble.
It’s not even that he works for me. It’s just a job in a bookshop. It’s me feeling like this. I understand all the love songs I’ve ever scoffed at. I’m floating. Everything has an extra kick to it. Colors are richer. Things brighter. Like they are just before rain. But so much more.
Slowly, I get up and go through all the motions. Breakfast, coffee, shower. Accounting.
And that’s the problem.
I’m flying high and I can’t concentrate.
“Damn it.” I can’t let it happen again. I know that. He knows that. Maybe I imagined it.
I didn’t.
Finally, I throw down my pen and pour a coffee and go and sit by the window on my sofa, staring out at the gray that seems to be a permanent fixture right now. Like an ominous warning.
Problem is, I think I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall from the heavens and hit me on the head. Hot men don’t waltz into my life like this. They don’t kiss me. And… maybe it goes all the way back to Bronn. Or maybe I’m just weirded out by the sweetness he fills me with.
“And maybe you’re just looking for trouble. It was one kiss.”
It’ll probably never happen again.
Or maybe I can learn to enjoy good things like that kiss. Good things like Magnus.
And not overthink it.
Like Suzanna says.
With that in my head and my new mantra of the day, I buckle down to work.
It’s five pm, almost on the dot, when the lights go out.
At six, I’m surrounded by hastily dug out ancient lanterns and candles.
By seven, I admit defeat.
It’s not a circuit. There’s no big outage, it’s me.
And one thought comes to mind.
