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Then something I could only describe as magical occurred.

I watched as the glassy film over his eyes began to fade, slow as a rising dawn. It revealed the most beautiful, stunning, dreamiest blue to me.

“Wow,” I breathed.

The smile Cam gave me was the most gratifying reward. Broad and charming. If smiles could kill, I would have been dead on the spot with an arrow straight through the chest. It was a smile that could steal anyone’s heart in an instant, causing the deepest, sweetest dimples to make their appearance in his flushed cheeks. Adorable enough to compete with the one on his chin. But unholy shit, those eyes were something else entirely.

A horn blaring behind me broke me out of my stupor and I shook my head clear.

Those blue eyes were still watching me as I drove us home, cheeks burning hotter than they ever had before. My heart was pounding almost painfully hard in my chest and my stomach squirmed with a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

And it was only the first date.

CHAPTER 5:

Don’t hide your dildos

where you hide your snacks.

I HAD RELATIVELY CALMED down as I pulled the car into my driveway. Somewhat. Okay... Maybe not that much, but my heart had at least stopped pounding out of my chest and instead my palms were damp with nervous sweat as they gripped the steering wheel even after I had parked.

We sat there for several moments after I killed the engine, Cam watching me expectantly.

“So,” I began, fighting a wince, “did you... have a good time?”

Despite the incident in the alley and his arm falling off, it had been practically a perfect textbook first date. Well, itwasmissing the post-date first kiss, but the night was still young!

He grinned to display those dimples for me again. “Yes. I had a wonderful time.”

I released a relieved breath and mirrored his smile. “Good. I’m glad.”

I glanced to his detached arm where he held it in his lap. The fingers were tapping in what I assumed was annoyance, periodically seeming to stretch out and reach for me.

What the hell had my magic done, made it sentient?

And why was it kind of cute?

“We should get that put back where it belongs,” I told him and opened the car door to step out.

As soon as I stood, I heard a soft noise of something being dropped behind me. When I glanced down, I noticed a little booklet laying on the ground. It was the one Cam had gotten with our tickets and dropped during the whole... fiasco. The cover was a bright, cheery yellow labelled with the word “Stickers” printed across the front. Curious, I knelt to pick it up and examine it. When I flipped it open, my mouth fell open as I stared.

Had he really...

Yes, he definitely had.

Cam had actually chosen stickers for the prize. Glittery. Pony. Stickers.

I nearly squealed with delight. Could hebeany cuter?

“Do you like them?” Cam asked over the roof of my car as he leaned his front against the door. “There weren’t many things to choose from-”

“I love them,” I said quickly, cutting him off then chuckled, “Thanks, Cam.”

He beamed and I could practically see his fluffy tail wagging behind him in joy. With those dimples on display, I was sorely tempted to jump over the hood of my car and kiss them like a scene from a movie. Then shower his entire face with kisses. Then his smiling mouth. Instead, I reached for his jacket and shut the door, waving him toward the house.

“Let’s go fix that arm, shall we?”

I didn’t have many neighbors, and the few I did have were decently spaced out, so I wasn’t concerned with Cam being seen carrying his arm at his side.