Page 101 of Kiss and Spell

Xavier twirled her dress ribbons around his fingers. He waggled his brows. “You look like a present I’m going to love unwrapping.”

“Keep going with the story,” Ursula encouraged. “I’ll unwrap myself.”

“Good idea.” Xavier nodded. “One day she met an enchanted fae prince who had an awful sense of direction. He couldn’t find his way home. He was under a spell that kept him from seeing beyond his own nose. She agreed to help this prince if he joined her on her quest. The two of them went on many travels.”

Ursula pulled at a ribbon, loosening her sleeve from her shoulder.

“What type of travels?” she asked. “Please tell me there’s room service in your story.”

Xavier pressed a kiss to her now bare skin. “No, but we faced our fears, dined by a roaring fire, and made love under the honeysuckle flowers.”

She blushed. “I’ve never done that.”

“I guess that’s just my imagination,” he said with a saucy smile. He tucked her close to his side. Xavier’s voice took on a grateful, more humble tone.

“Over time, the prince noticed how amazing the witch was. Even if she didn’t need him, he wanted to be by her side. When they finally reached his castle, the prince was happy for a moment, but he realized that he didn’t belong there anymore. He’d grown into the person he was meant to be. He wanted to be with his beloved witch. He wanted to make all their wishes come true together.”

“What a brave prince,” Ursula said.

“What a lovely witch.” Xavier reached up and stroked her cheek. His touch made her soul sing. “The witch kissed the prince and rescued him. They rode off into the sunset and loved each other for all their days. And they lived happily ever after.”

Ursula took his face into her hands. “Happily ever after sounds like a great place to start.”

She kissed Xavier until she felt light-headed with joy. She leaned back and saw the future in his eyes. The leap had only been a preview of the life they’d share together. There was going to be veggie pizza. Plenty of crystals. Popcorn-filled movie nights that ended with long bouts of lovemaking. Growing big plants and snaking herbs in the windowsill and in a garden. Possibly marriage and growing a family. Gray hairs and wrinkles. But they were always together making all their wishes come true.

“Make a wish, Xavier,” she said.

“I did.” He leaned in and pressed his nose to her forehead. “You’re already here.”