But instead of admitting it, Iris folded her arms and popped her hip. “What do you want?”
That only seemed to delight Ramona further, and I suddenly felt like I was a voyeur. I wished I could fade into the bushes at the heat radiating between them.
“I was wondering if you wanted an extension on our deal, love?” Ramona asked. “If you want more time to think about our date?”
The way she said “date” made it sound like it was anything but.
“I . . .”
“What will it cost her?” I asked and immediately wished I hadn’t spoken when Ramona’s eyes landed on me.
Even Ramona’s shrug was cold. “A kiss.”
I snorted. “She’s not going to kiss?—”
“Agreed!” Iris declared, shooting forward.
“What happened to keeping our dicks in our pants?” I muttered, but Iris ignored me and walked straight toward Ramona like a moth to a flame.
Ramona’s eyes locked on Iris, a smile cresting her lips. Iris lifted on her tiptoes and planted a quick, chaste kiss on Ramona’s mouth, but before she could pull away, Ramona’s hand shot out and wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her back in.
Their kiss deepened, and Iris melted into it.Sweet moon goddess.The sound of her moan snapped me out of my trance as they started devouring each other.
“I’m just going to, uh, go,” I said, taking the wine with me.
Of course, neither of them heard me because they were too busy eating each other’s faces.
As I stumbled through the woods, my cheeks were hot and my body thrummed. Was everyone in this camp getting some apart from me? It felt like it. Normally, that kiss wouldn’t have riled me up so much. We were witches, after all. We liked to have fun in the moonlight and shadows. But my insides turned into molten ore when I thought about the person I wished I could unleash myself upon like that.
My mind immediately flashed a sleek black bob, dark, mischievous eyes, and pouty lips that were going to break me if I didn’t kiss them soon.
Gwen.
Curse the moon, I must be ovulating. I really missed my vibrator and my bedroom, which had actual freaking walls and soundproofing.
I hastily retreated to the cabin, only to find a lone figure sitting on the bottom step.
“You’re meant to be in the cabin after lights out, Astrid,” I said, my libido suddenly cooling.
Astrid was like a shock of cold water as she stood and swished her hips over to me, taking the bottle from my hand and swigging back a giant gulp.
“Aw, you saved some for me,” she crooned, rocking back and forth in a way that I guessed was meant to be cutesy but instead just made me want to gag. She kept drinking . . . and drinking . . . chugging nearly the rest of the bottle before I yanked it away from her.
“Okay, enough,” I grumbled.
Technically, she was underage by human standards, but witchlings started dipping into the sacred wine from a much younger age. Still, I was sure Dagmar would have some feelings about me getting a camper drunk on her stolen wine.
Astrid reached for my hand. “Want to go for a walk?”
I twisted my torso to move away without outright yanking my hand back. I didn’t want to poke this bear. She could make my life a living hell. But damn, she was making it hard to be civil. When was she going to catch the hint?
Maybe my next fireside talk would be about reading signals. Clearly, she needed a refresher.
“Astrid.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “You know the camp rules. I want this summer to be my last, and it won’t be if things between us keep going like this.”
“So therearethings between us?”
Leave it to Astrid to only hear what she wanted to.
