An image of a guy in a long-sleeved shirt, with a neck tattoo peeking out from the neckline and his brown hair styled in a fade, came into view. It was a side profile of him holding up a blonde girl with a messy ponytail, who was in the middle of giggling with a trusting gaze.
Kaylee started to scroll down his profile, showing off an eyebrow piercing in a photo of him in a suit and a pair of reading glasses as he looked down at his phone.
Most of the shots looked to be new, as if someone who cared about him had taken candid shots. Only one was face on, and he looked as awkward in his pose as Skylar was with getting her photo taken on purpose.
“Oh wow,” Skylar said, taking the phone to look at his bio. “What’s wrong with him?”
Kaylee’s blonde brows narrowed. “I thought he was perfect. I was literally about to get you to bow to me and everything.”
She rolled her eyes. “A guy like this doesn’t just pop up on dating sites. He’s hot and ticks all the right boxes on paper. Why’s he single?”
“My god, dude. You’re so untrusting. Why are you on a dating site then?”
Skylar’s eyes widened, and she pivoted to face her. “Because you put me on it when I don’t want to be! Don’t blame me for you doing this!”
Kaylee burst into a fit of laughter and cosied up to Skylar once more. “Come on. Just text him. I sent you your login details, and I already swiped right, and he swiped back.” Her frustrating but well-meaning friend dangled the phone and swung it side to sidebefore her eyes. “Mr Perfect could be right on the other side. Stop dicking around.”
“How did you find someone like this so fast?” Skylar asked, turning away to clean an already spotless surface.
“I was up all night on the dating site for you. So much garbage. Most of them were fuckboys or twatwaffles. Any time I found someone, he was either a shitty dad or had some concerning posts on social media.”
Then Kaylee poked her thumb towards the only framed image they had behind the counter, the one that said:
Don’t be trash:
T.ransphobic
R.acist
A.bleist
S.exist
H.omophobic
“Just give it a try. Go on a date,” Kaylee implored, shoving her phone into her pocket once more when a new customer walked in. “What harm is there?”
So much harm,she thought, staring at the ground while brushing her thumb over the bandage covering her quickly healing wound.What if he doesn’t like me? Or finds me awkward because I’m so nervous about my witchcraft? What if I do fall in love, and he ends up leaving me when he finds out the truth, like Alex?
Chewing the inside of her cheek, she stepped into action half-heartedly when the person ordered a caramel latte frappe.
Why was her heart just not... in it? And why was the first thing she thought about Mr Tentacles?
I’m contemplating going on a date when I’m literally full of a monster’s cum.How was normal dick supposed to do itfor her after what she’d done last night?I was thinking about summoning him again once I could walk properly.
What was supposed to tide her over for a whole year had only given her a taste of decadent lust, and her body wasscreamingfor more.
She unconsciously tightened her grip on the plastic jar of sugar, and it creaked under the pressure of her magic bashing against it from heightened stress.
Shit. How am I meant to recover from this?
Chapter
Eight
Sinking deeper in a hot bath until the bubbles were almost to her nose, Skylar grasped her smartphone tightly with both hands.
On the cracked screen was Oliver.
