“You don’t have to tell me anymore. I get it.”
“You do?” Joe asked. He looked confused.
“Wait- you first.” Jacob said.
“Look- I don’t want to get married. I don’t know what came over me. It was so consuming in my mind that I wasn’t sure what else to think.” Joe responded. “I’ve been married before and I’m worried because I didn’t want to- but I did- and then… I’m worried that I was too much and-”
“You were too much?” Jacob interrupted.
“I’m sorry- I didn’t want to hurt you-”
“Wait… What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I don’t want to hurt you but-” Joe paused. The ‘but’ hurt more than Jacob had expected it to, but he prepared for what was to come. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Just stabbed.” Jacob smiled. “And I died a little.”
“Hey. My boss took three whole days to recover. You’re doing pretty good in that regard.” At first Jacob was confused before the joke clicked. They both laughed when Joe reached out and grabbed Jacob’s hand.
His eyes went wide. Jacob looked from the hand to Joe.
“What?” Joe asked.
“You’re holding my hand.” Jacob said.
“Of course.” Joe looked confused.
“Like it’s a thing.” Jacob’s eyes went wide. Was this how Joe killed him? With light affection?
“Of course it’s a thing.” Joe looked more confused. “Are you okay?”
“I mean I was stabbed-”
“Yes. I am aware of that part.” Joe chuckled. “Look- I’m sorry. Can we just go back to before I was going to ask you to marry me?”
“But the spell?” Jacob asked.
“What spell?” Joe looked at him.
“Shit. Fuck. Please don’t kill me.”
“I think maybe I should call a nurse…” Joe got up as if to leave, when Jacob’s hand squeezed his.
“Okay. Sit down. I think I need to tell you something.” Jacob said. He shifted in the bed to make himself as comfortable as he could. He looked into Joe’s deep beautiful eyes and frowned. “I’m a Witch.”
“You’re not that bad.” Joe said.
“No. Like a real one. With magic and stuff. And I know that you’re a Templar who is out there seeking to kill evils against the church and all that. But I think it’s only fair of you to know that you don’t actually love me. I cast a spell on your latte and that’s why you sang and danced that day and fell in love with me.”
“I’m sorry- you’re a what?” Joe asked. His hand clenched Jacob’s tighter.
“I’m a witch.” Jacob wriggled inside.
“A witch.”
“Yes. A magical witch. I have powers. I cast spells and stuff.” Jacob bit his lip. He could feel his nerves being rattled. Joe looked at him with wide eyes full of fire. Was he about to kill himon the spot? To slay the evil that had invaded his bed?
Thankfully, Joe burst into laughter.
