Page 73 of Hexed & Hazy

A shower. Water. A snack. Nothing too outrageous, but having the list ready seems to amuse some.

He already met the first two requirements: showering with me and washing the sex and sweat from my body. Now, I’m curled up in a fluffy blanket as I wait for him to return.

The front door opens. I freeze, sitting upright in bed, and listen to the muffled voices—Seth and Juniper.

Dammit all.

There’s a sheepish smile as Seth pushes his way back into the room. “So…”

“She knows?”

Obviously, she knows. He still isn’t wearing a shirt.

“She didn’t ask too many questions. I confirmed I was, uh… hanging out with you. Didn’t want any miscommunication. Like, her thinking it was someone else…”

“Uh-huh. We don’t need rumors of an affair spreading.”

I’m the only one of my sisters without a partner, after all.

He sits on the bed and places the plate of offerings between us: fresh fruit and vegetables, cheese, and ice-cold water. I reach for the beverage first, sucking it down and lying on my back.

“Right now,” I say, “I’m too exhausted to care about how the others will tease me.”

And happy. Far too happy, smiling despite myself, my fingers weaving into the blanket.

“Good. You deserve to relax.” He plucks a grape and lets me eat it right from his fingers, which I do happily. “Didn’t know it would take eight orgasms to get you to finally relax, but, hey.”

“Was it eight? I lost count.”

“I didn’t.”

I open my mouth, and he takes the hint, feeding me another grape.

“What are we?” I ask. “We sort of covered it earlier, but now that we’ve… gotten it out of our systems, I suppose⁠—”

“It’s not out of my system.” He cocks his head. “I’m not sure it ever will be. We’re… it’s you for me right now. Just you. Is that all right?”

I nod. It’s all I can say. While he may not be the most eloquent of people, the words still set my tired heart racing. The hex is truly gone, isn’t it? I won’t bring it up in a moment like this, but…

It feels perfect. No one has interrupted us—aside from Juniper, I suppose. Nothing is going wrong. Maybe my love for him, and whatever he feels for me, broke it.

“That’s more than all right,” I say. “Now, which position do you like more? Dominance or submission.”

“Already starting with the post-sex interview?”

I scoff. “Boundaries are important, Seth Bautista.”

“I know, I know.” He grins. “Both. I’ve always liked both, and you using me… that was hot. I can think of more ways I want you to, but I can think of things I want to do to you, too.”

I lift a brow. “Can you?”

“Uh-huh. Sitting on my face. Edging me. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”

“I like both as well…” Which means we’re a perfect fit. I press my lips together rather than saying as much aloud. Too much, too soon. “But I did forget one thing on my aftercare list.”

Which, of course, I ensured he wrote as a physical list. I know how his memory is.

“Did you?” He sets the plate aside.