I’m a witch.
A bubbly rush flared though my body. I smiled like an idiot.
I sat the toothbrush down. Held out my hand for the toothpaste, it glided over. With a flick of my fingers, I raised it in the air. Toothpaste slithered out and plopped messily onto the bathroom sink. Startled, I lost concentration and the tube dropped with a clatter to the floor. I lifted a hand and imagined it back in its holder, it flew back, clattered against the side and knocked the toothbrush holder over.
I put everything in its place and wiped away the mess. I wanted to stay and practice, but I was conscious Karson was downstairs. I brushed my teeth and went to the wardrobe. I debated what to put on. Pyjamas, as tempting as it was, didn’t seem appropriate. Jeans—maybe, skirt—no; I rifled through the collection. I had a couple of pretty blouses, the sort of thing I’d wear on a casual date. I pulled out a green one and held it up in front of me, it brought out the color in my eyes.
‘Green suits you.’
As did red apparently, but I didn’t have anything red, and this wasn’t a date. I put it back. In the end I chose jeans and a simple white V-neck t-shirt, my standard attire, but at least this t-shirt was clean. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and headed downstairs.
Soft piano music floated through the air. Karson stood by the fire. He looked up at me, wineglass in hand. His eyes swept overme as if drinking me in. The fire cast a soft orange glow across his face, softening his features and emphasising his immense beauty. He’d changed out of his damp t-shirt into a black shirt. He looked like the handsome prince out of a fairy tale.
My heart fluttered. My adrenaline spiked. I realized I was gawking at him for about a second too long. I dropped my eyes to the floor.
Be cool, be cool.
My hungry eyes demanded I look at him. It was a battle I’d already lost. I was not a clumsy person by any means, but I was distracted by him and somehow my foot missed the step. I began to hurtle forward. The stairs rushed toward my face. I gasped, shot my arms out in front of me, and squeezed my eyes shut.
Oh God.I was going to hit the ground in front of him.
Strong arms wrapped around my body. I was no longer falling. I was settled against a warm, hard chest. He’d moved like lightning to get the bottom of the stairs. His wine glass left on the mantle.
I was wide-eyed, panting, and my heart bounded against my rib cage.
He grinned. “Perhaps you should be a little more careful, Amelia.”
I blushed brighter than his wine. Mortified, I pulled myself from his arms, averting my gaze.
“Shit, thanks,” I muttered, straightening my t-shirt. My legs felt weak as I moved to the couch and sat down.
“Never mind, I’m beginning to think you need a full-time babysitter once the threat is removed. Caught in fires, falling down stairs, for the life of me I can’t work out how you’ve survived this long.”
I rolled my eyes, fidgeting with an invisible thread on one of the cushions. “It may come as a huge surprise, but I can take care of myself.”
“Clearly.”
Cocky ass. I threw the cushion at him. He caught it easily and threw it back. I caught it with my left hand. There were three cushions on the couch, I used my mind to pick them up and hurled them at him; he caught all three one-handed with blinding speed.
“Surely you can do better than that?”
“Oh, I can,” I smiled smugly. While he’d been focused on the cushions, I’d already telekinetically raised a bottle of water over his head. With my mind and a movement of my hand I tipped the bottle forward. But I wasn’t skilled enough to control it, the bottle hit his head with a thud.
His grabbed it in a millisecond, but not before water splashed onto his hair, trickling down over his face. His eyes widened in surprise.
I laughed.
He was on top of me, bottle held above my head ready to pour what remained before I even realized what’d happened.
My back met the couch. I giggled. “No. No, I’m sorry. Come on, I just had a shower, I’m dry.”
I pushed against his chest. It was like pushing against a brick wall. A warm one, with muscles and a beating heart, but unmovable all the same.
A cheeky look crossed his face, I had not seen this playful side of him before. Wings flapped in my stomach. Inside I felt so light I could fly.
“You lose,” he chuckled, as he tipped the water over my head.
Cold water ran down my over face. I spluttered and laughed.
