As if she hadn’t enjoyed the kiss as much as he had! She’d moaned out her pleasure for everybody to hear, and the way she’d ground her pelvis against him hadn’t exactly been chaste either. She’d wanted it. Wanted him. But Wes kept that thought to himself. It was best not to aggravate her any further.
Instead, he said, “Let’s go. I need to perform a guiding spell to find the way out.”
“Can’t you do it right here?”
He shook his head. “I need a water source. A witch’s power comes from the elements. Mine comes from water, and in the absence of any of my other tools, it’s the only thing that will give me enough power to perform a spell.” He glanced down the corridor.
“How are we gonna find a water source down here?”
“We find limestone, we find water. Not all the rock down here is lava. Let’s keep our eyes and ears open. There have to be aquifers somewhere, underground rivers or springs. Any water source will do.”
Hand in hand, they started walking.
“And you’re sure we’re invisible, right?” he asked, looking at her.
She nodded.
“It’s just, it’s kind of strange that I can still see you.” He motioned to his own body. “And myself.”
“There are different stages of cloaking. Would you like to see?”
Before he could answer, Virginia disappeared in front of his eyes.
“Fuck me!” he let out in surprise. He tugged at her hand to pull her to him, then ran his hands over her.
“What are you doing?” she hissed and pushed against him, freeing herself.
“Just had to check you were still here.”
All of a sudden Virginia became visible again, probably only so she could glare at him. “How about you start trusting me, too?”
He smirked. “What makes you think it’s a trust issue? What if I was simply taking the opportunity to cop a feel?”
The jab into his ribs that followed wasn’t entirely unexpected. The fact that Virginia didn’t use her full preternatural strength to hurt him, however, was.