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Her eyes were completely green, and she looked like a satisfied cat. She nuzzled his neck. “I feel fantastic. So much magic in my veins, Briggs.”

He rubbed her back in slow circles. “Are you cold?”

“Nope.” She kissed his chest. “I’m perfect. I love how warm you are. I can’t wait to have my own personal heater in the bed.”

He laughed. “You won’t feel that way in the summer.”

“Hmm,” she said.

They continued to lie on the couch, their limbs entwined, his body heat keeping them both warm even as the fire in the fireplace died down. His bear was happy, and his bear’s contentment was as important to Briggs as his own.

He was dozing off when Cece suddenly sat up. “Did they bloom?”

He blinked at her. “What?”

“Did the plants bloom when you came?” She studied the plants that had grown up the wall and across the ceiling. “Wow. They certainly grew.”

“How are they just,” he gestured vaguely, “sticking to the wall and ceiling like that?”

“Magic,” she said with a grin.

He laughed, and she smoothed his hair back from his face, her eyes still that pretty bright green. “No plants blooming.”

“They’re not flowering plants,” he said. “Otherwise, they would have bloomed when you came on my face and my cock.”

She blushed prettily before studying the plants. “You’re right, they’re not flowering plants. I guess the experiment didn’t work.”

He studied her breasts before reaching out to cup one and give it a gentle squeeze. She gave him a saucy smile. “We need to redo the experiment. Come up to the bedroom, and I’ll suck your cock again.”

His dick stirred against her stomach, and her smile grew as she traced his chest. “Unless you’re afraid of all the plants in the room.”

He growled playfully before nipping her neck. “I’m willing to risk it to watch you sucking my dick again.”

She laughed and tugged him into a sitting position. “C’mon, risk taker, let’s make some plants grow.”

CHAPTER 36

“Okay, so basically everything is ready to go for Mom and Dad’s party. Have you booked your ticket home yet?” His sister Brooke shifted her phone, and Briggs caught a glimpse of the kitchen cupboards behind her before her face came back into view.

“Did you paint the cupboards?” he asked.

“Yes, Leigh and I painted them last week. You like?” She slowly turned with her phone so he could see them again.

“They look great,” he said.

“Thanks. Did you book your ticket yet?”

“Doing it this afternoon,” he said.

She frowned. “You’re cutting it awfully close, big brother.”

“Yeah, I know.” He glanced at the kitchen doorway, but he could hear Cece in the living room, her voice chanting softly as she worked on a potion. “I’m, uh, thinking of bringing someone with me.”

Brooke blinked at him, and he winced when she let loose with a squeal of excitement. “Oh my God, you met someone!”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he said.

“Fuck that noise. It’s a huge deal. Tell me everything.”