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“I’m the one who just masturbated, sweet, not you.”
The word masturbated has never been such a turn on in my life. And apparently, I was a lot quieter than I thought. Thank god I was already blushing before he came out. “Yeah, but…”
“But what?”
I shake my head. “Nevermind.”
He tugs the blankets again and this time I’m not able to keep my hold on them, it’s like my fingers just release their grip and a glance at his face tells me he used magic to get the upper hand.
“Not fair,” I grumble, folding my arms over my chest.
He chuckles and bends to kiss me once more before uncoiling from the bed and reaching for his jeans. “We’re going to talk about this later, sweet. If I wasn’t already running so incredibly late, we’d definitely be having this conversation now.”
“If you weren’t running late, we’d be doing something else right now,” I correct, pulling myself into a sitting position.
He pauses, his gaze coming back to me, sweeping over my messy hair and the tight tank top with one strap that just will not stay on my shoulder and he seems to consider just forgoing whatever responsibility he has today and coming back to bed.
I really hope he does.
Then a knock comes from the outside door and he swears, yanking on his jeans and then his shirt. He’s toeing on his shoes when a knock sounds on my bedroom door. A second later, it opens and Fielder steps in, looking fully dressed and ready to greet the day.
“You’re late,” he says to Ezra, but his eyes are on me. I tuck my hair behind my ears and meet his gaze, letting him see me in all my early morning glory.
I’m sure it’s sexy as hell.
Ezra jerks his chin in my direction. “Blame her. She’s an extremely distracting bed companion.”
I roll my eyes, because he makes it sound like we had sex. Which we definitely did not, much to my vagina’s dismay. “Why do you sound like an eighteen-fifties duke? A bed companion?” Ezra laughs and Fielder smirks at my lame joke.
“I can’t say that I blame him.“ Fielder saunters over to the bed and looks down at me. “If I was in his position, I would have told me to fuck off.”
I sigh and shake my head. “I tried to tell him, but he thinks whatever you’re doing is more important than,” I gesture at the whole of my body, “this.”
Fielder bends down and kisses me, just a quick peck that does nothing to relieve the ache building in me. “What we’re doing is very important, Sweeney.” He kisses me again. “But I promise we’ll make it up to you.”
He strides away from the bed and my brain is coming up with all kinds of ways that they can make it up to me.Together.Ezra sees how my cheeks are turning pink and he chuckles again before bending to kiss me. “Practice your magic today, Ro. We’ll be back soon.”
I scowl at the door as he closes it behind him. A glance at my phone tells me it’s not even eight yet - why the hell are they getting up and doing anything this early? - so I snuggle back into my blankets and scroll through Instagram and my other social media posts. After fifteen minutes, I feel restless and anxious, so I get up and take a shower, then get ready for the day.
When I sit down in front of my vanity with all of my makeup and brushes, I think about what Ezra said, thatI’mwhat’s keeping me from being able to do illusions. I don’t know how he can blame me, considering I’ve spent—I don’t know—my whole lifenot knowing that I was apparently using magic.
Still, they’re so sure that I have some that I have to believe them.
“Okay, Rosalind Juliet, let’s do this.” I take a deep breath and pick up a clean brush. Yes, I shouldn’t need a tool according to them, but it makes me feel better to have something to direct the illusion through, like a wand for Harry Potter. It helps to guide the magic where I want it to go.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself, but I clearly have no fucking clue. “Let’s start with something easy. Something you’ve done a thousand times.”
Straining with concentration, I lift the brush and swipe it down the bridge of my nose, imagining that I’m contouring it like I would if I was changing into Gany, and “Holy shit, it worked.”The words burst out of me when I take in my slimmer, more pointy nose.
I move the brush over my cheekbones and they become higher and more defined, then over my eyes and my eyelashes get thicker and darker, like I’m wearing falsies. And when I open my eyes, “Oh, holy penguins,” they’ve changed color to blue, the exact blue of the contacts I usually use.
When I’ve finished running the brush over my entire face, I look like Gany, but with Rosalind’s hair. It’s weird beyond the weirdest thing that I’ve experienced so far. Like really, truly bizarre.
“Oh, sweet baby kittens, Rosalind Julie. You’re a witch, like an actual freaking witch with magical powers.” I place the brush down and smooth a hand over my hair, imagining Gany’s black bob and my hair just melts away at the bottom, darkens into the wig I normally wear.
I jerk up and away from the mirror, my heart pounding an insane rhythm in my chest. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!”
My door opens and Hardin bursts in his hands, raised and already wreathed in flames. “What the fuck!” He looks at me and frowns, stalking in my direction. “Who the fuck are you?”
