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CHAPTER 11
WELLSON
After leaving the underground chambers, I walk into the kitchen to hear yelling and swearing coming from the bathroom. Oh good, Silver must be shampooing her hair... I can’t help the maniacal chuckle that busts out. The guys are missing this, so I grab my phone and start a video recording. I point it at the bathroom door, and mutter an amplifying spell to increase her volume. Oh, she’s really pissed. Maybe I used too much replenish powder...
I end the recording, and pop my phone back into my pocket. Stepping closer to the door, I gently knock. “Snow, everything okay in there?”
The sound of the glass door hitting the wall answers me. A few seconds later, she throws the door open. Even with her bloodshot eyes and sudsy hair, she’s like all my dreams rolled into one. I glance down at her body and freeze.Fuck, she really is perfect.I quickly look away, praying my dick doesn't pop up; these shorts will not hide it.
I clear my throat a few times, and croak out, “Towel.”
She gasps and moves her body behind the door, with only her head sticking out. “The bubbles won’t stop,” she sobs, and I instantly feel guilty.
I push her gently aside and grab my robe off the hook. I hand it to her, quietly murmuring the reversal spell under my breath. “Here, let me help.” I take her hand and tug her to the kitchen sink, dragging a chair over for her to sit down.
“It’s hopeless, Wells. It won’t leave my hair,” she says in an exhausted voice.
“Trust me, Snow.”
She gives me a small nod and leans back so I can use the water from the faucet to remove the shampoo. Luckily, it's one of those super high curved faucets so there's enough room. Once it rinses out, I conjure up some conditioner and massage it into her scalp.
“Ahhh, that feels so nice,” she sighs.
I crack a smile. I’ve never done something so personal for someone I wasn’t sleeping with, but I actually don’t mind doing this for her. Once the water runs clear, I turn the faucet off and wring the extra water out of her hair. I don’t have a towel handy, so I tuck it into the terry cloth robe’s hood.
“There. All better.”
She sighs with relief and giggles. “Thank you so much. I owe you.”
Well, in that case... I can’t help the naughty thoughts racing through my mind now. I’m still worked up from seeing her in her birthday suit.
“I wouldn't say no to some more home baked goodies,” I hear myself say.
What the fuck! Where did that come from?
“Now that is something I can definitely do, but it’ll have to wait till the weekend. I am drained.” She leans up on her toes, kissing my cheek. I turn my head and grab her, not letting her get away without a proper kiss. The moment her lips touch mine, I can’t control the groan. She pulls away too soon, covering her mouth and letting out an adorable yawn.
I should let her get some sleep but... “Before you go take a nap, have a quick meal with me. Nothing fancy, but I make a mean grilled cheese.”
She laughs and gives me a look I can’t decipher. “Okay, but a quick one. I really am sleepy, and I wanted to read some of my ancestor’s journal. Let me go get changed real quick.”
She doesn’t take long to return and I can’t hide the smile on my face as she walks in wearing a shirt that says, ‘I’m a witch in the mornings. So give me coffee and donuts, and I won’t curse you.’
If she only knew how true that was.
I take her hand and lead her to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for her. She sits and I move back to the fridge to start preparing the best grilled cheese she’s ever had. I may have powers, but my grilled cheese is pure magic all on its own. I grab the homemade garlic butter, and some nice thick slices of bread. While I wait for the pan to heat, I also pull out the cheddar and mozzarella. A good old cheddarella coming up. I lose myself in the process, almost forgetting she's watching me.
“That smells amazing. Where did you learn to make these?” she asks, coming up beside me with a plate. I slide a large gooey sandwich next to some chips she must have added on there.
“Surprisingly, the Food Channel. I don’t sleep well, so I sometimes watch TV until I’m sleepy. They never used the garlic butter, just regular, but I love garlic toast.”
She takes a bite while I’m watching her like a creep, her moans making me feel sated.I made her happy.
“Wow Wells, this is really good,” she mumbles from behind her hand as she chews. Ever the lady.
I plate up my own sandwich and join her. “Thanks, I love cooking. It’s something I did with my Gran growing up,” I say, taking a bite.
“Aww, that's pretty adorable. We’ll have to cook together sometime,” she suggests.
