Studying her face, I knew she was lying. She wanted more than sex.
“Then are you down for doing the spell?”
She drew in a deep breath, held it, then exhaled. “Why the fuck not! I’m halfway to drunk, so what the hell?”
Jumping up, I clapped my hands. “I’ll get it all set up! Here, have another shot and more wine!”
After gathering everything up, I made my way back into the living room. For a moment, I paused as I thought about the night we cast a spell on Lucas. A moment of panic hit me, but I brushed it away.
“I’ve got this,” I said as I pulled the dining room chair into the room. “Okay, sit here and think about Shawn.”
Kristin’s eyes were glossy, and her cheeks were slightly red. “Got it!” she said with a salute.
She sat down in the chair, and I lit the white sage and lavender smudge stick, then moved it around the room.
“That smells good!”
“Shh! Think about Shawn!”
“Right! Shawn. Thinking about him now.”
I moved around the room and said, “Picture you and Shawn together.”
“Sexually?”
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “However you want!”
She smiled, and I curled my lip as she licked her lips. “Anyway, think about the two of you together. Now, take this red candle.”
Kristin opened her eyes and reached for the red candle. I handed her a knife. “Carve his name in the candle.”
“Okey dokey!”
Two seconds later, Kristin yelped. “I cut myself.”
“Damn it, Kristin!”
She giggled. “Well, we should have done this when I was sober!”
“If I thought you would have, we would have!”
Her brows pulled down. “What?”
I took her hand and helped her carve his name.
“Oh, wait, maybe we were supposed to carve your name?”
Kristin started laughing.
“Let’s put your name on the other side! Couldn’t hurt to have both names.”
“No, not at all. What could possibly go wrong?!” she said between a hiccup and a laugh.
“Now we need to inscribe, ‘bring love.’”
“Or hot sex. Let’s put hot sex instead.”
Ignoring her, I held her hand and attempted to carve in “bring love.”
