This was going to end one of two ways. Either the happily ever after that I’d always dreamed of, or this was going to be the worst heartbreak I’ve ever had.
But that realization didn’t stop me from motioning to my couch, letting him make himself at home.
Fucking bullet train.
Iwas falling in love with this woman.
I lay on the ground next to Odette, who was on the couch, staring at her sleeping body. My hand reached out, grazing along her side that was draped in blankets as she slept.
“Mmmm,” she stirred, and I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Stunning,” I whispered to her and pulled back, admiring her again.
“Did I fall asleep?” She quickly sat up, letting the blankets fall to her waist, eyes wide.
“Slightly, but your phone went off that the pizza driver is almost here.”
“Oh.” Her eyebrows scrunched together.
“Is everything okay?” I sat up next to her now. Was she regretting having me stay and us spending the night in? She didn’t seem to want me to leave earlier, but that didn’t mean her little power nap didn’t have her changing her mind.
“Yes,” she shook her head before continuing. “I just wasn’t expecting to fall asleep, or you let me sleep.”
“I wasn’t planning that either, but fuck,” I reached out to her, grabbing her waist and pulling her to me. This woman brought out the animal inside me. My cock was already jumping at thechance to get back inside her. “You looked so peaceful after being thoroughly fucked.”
She placed her hands on my face and pulled me into a kiss.
“I want that again.” Her head rested against mine as a knock sounded at the door.
“Pizza,” I huffed before heading to the door. “I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed the pizza, pretty much dismissing him as I chucked a twenty at him and slammed the door shut. I breezed past Odette and placed the boxes on the kitchen counter before turning around to get back to her, but she was standing there by the table.
“I know you said you’d be back, but I’m kind of hungry.”
She was dressed in my button-up that I’d taken off while she slept; long gone were her jeans and shirt from earlier. Her hands reached up to put her hair into a bun, and as the shirt rode up with her arms, I could see that it was all she was wearing.
“Fuck,” I whispered and adjusted myself in my jeans, which were fucking uncomfortable now.
“You can fuck me after you feed me.” She walked to me and placed a hand on my chest before skirting around me and straight to the pizza. She opened the boxes and grabbed plates from a cabinet. “Drinks?”
“I’ll just take some water.”
“One water coming right up.”
I watched as she moved around the kitchen effortlessly. This clearly wasn’t just a house for her but a home. The entire house matched her vibes; a little cottage woman who wrote and played video games. It was like it was straight out of her game.
“Are you a witch like Abigail? Because your house fits the vibes,” I joked with her.
She handed me the plates she’d made for us and motioned to the table, where she sat down with me and placed our drinks.
“I am.”
That was all she said to me as she grabbed a piece of pizza and started eating. I picked up my piece, but put it down and looked over at her and around the house.
“Wait, what?” I asked, confused at her admission.
“I’m a witch.”
