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Dragging her hand down her face, she pressed her lips together. “I might have finished while drinking from you. I mean, that was a lot of dry humping. And you taste so good.”

Chuckling, I ran my hands down her thighs and back up. “Me too, darling. That was incredible. I think you might have kept your fangs in my neck a little too long.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said.

“Don’t be,” I said, grinning. “I’m just feeling a bit drunk, honestly. And I need to clean up.”

A laugh burst out of her. Her head fell forward, the wisps of blonde curls that escaped her bun tumbling around her face.

“Just give me a minute,” I said, pushing to sit up so I could kiss her again.

Our lips met in a soft, affectionate kiss, slow and sweet. She brushed my hair out of my face and hesitantly climbed off of me. Immediately, I missed the press of our bodies together.

“You are something else, Rowen Sinclair.”

My brows pinched. “Don’t give me too much credit.”

Five minutes later, I slumped back into the bed wearing a fresh pair of sweatpants. Sadie smiled at me, and it was pure sunshine into my veins.

“So what now? We both came, I’m fed, and we still have over two hours to kill,” she said, giggling.

“Anything you want,” I said, tucking an arm behind my head so I could watch her. She moved down the bed until she could curl up behind me, resting her head on my chest. My arms fit around her, holding her close, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Tell me more about your magic.”

And that was how we spent an hour discussing magic. Sadie knew very little about types of witches and what a kitchen witch could do. I demonstrated a few skills, and she asked insightful questions, digging deeper into my abilities and limits.

I could have spent days and days, lifetimes even, with Sadie stretched out beside me. Her fingers traced patterns into my skin idly as we talked and laughed.

Time sped by, and in the middle of telling her about apothecary witches, we realized the sun was setting and it was time to begin our day.

Chapter 11

Sweet Treats

Sadie

Bless Rowen for buying extra toothbrushes. After cleaning myself up and slipping back into my vintage red dress, I felt ready for the day—or night, as it was.

Rowen looked ridiculously handsome in his standard button-down shirt and pants, ready for an apron over top. But we wouldn’t be spending the whole night in the kitchen. We had deliveries to make!

I couldn’t help humming happily to myself as we loaded croissants and pumpkin loaf into boxes for Enchantresso, the tea shop next door.

Balancing three boxes in my arms, I slipped through the door of the cafe after Rowen, who held four more boxes with one hand. The bulge of his biceps was only a little bit distracting.

“Marigold, this is Sadie. She’s helping me out at the Wicked Whisk,” Rowen said, setting the boxes on the counter near a witch with wavy hair cascading down her back, going from a bright copper color to leaf green on the tips.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, sliding my boxes onto the counter too.

“So this is the new baker,” Marigold said, smiling politely at me.

“Goldie?” a tall man said, appearing in the archway to the back of the tea shop. “Oh, sorry.” He stopped short, running his hand through blond hair.

Rowen’s eyebrows shot up. “Lucian.”

“Oh, hey, Rowen,” the man said.

“Good to see you back,” Rowen said, giving him a bro nod. His gaze returned to Marigold. “Let me know if you need anything.”