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“Everything okay?”
“Yeah! Everything’s fine.” Her voice is chipper.Toochipper.
I unbuckle the seatbelt, open the door and get out to stretch. “Pop the trunk, and I’ll get our bags,” I say.
“You sure? I don’t mind grabbing mine.”
“I’d be mildly offended if you did,” I jest. I wouldn’t, she’s free to do whatever she likes, but I love doing things for her. I want to do everything for her, she can even make me a honey-do list. I know she loves to-do lists. I spotted one in her office, and if it wasn’t at work, I would have added my name straight to the top.
I grab our suitcases and follow her short but delicious legs as they take us to an elevator. Indigo is holding a blanket, carrying both of our sleeping familiars within it, like a magical burrito. It’s a little after noon, early for a nap, and I theorize Freja is faking being asleep so that she can be with Momiji. Whatever.
We get inside, and, right before the door closes, a man steps in. He’s human with short blonde hair. There isn’t even the faintest scent of magic on him. Donning some sort of human sports jersey, beer in hand, he looks like every man your mother warns you about as a child. “Hey sexy,” he says, words slurred, in Indigo’s direction. “You look like you’d sound as pretty as you look underneath me.” What the fuck kind of drunken pickup line is that?
“Huh—no—” she stutters, and I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me, waves of anger racing to reach the surface of my tongue.
I’m pretty certain Indigo would hate me if I went full protective asshole mode on this man, but I don’t know what else to do. I have to fight the snarl that wants to escape my lips as he takes one stumbling step closer to her. He takes another, and I flick my wrist, magic spraying out of me, clipping his clothing to the wall. Legally, we’re not supposed to use magic to harm others, but I didn’t use any onhim. I simply charmed his clothes to the wall. He struggles, confused at why he can’t move, and I laugh.
Indigo looks at me like a sad little rabbit, and I consider hitting him for good measure but decide I’ve got better things to be doing. We get off the elevator and she pulls out her phone, typing in a code so we can enter the condo. “Is he stuck in the elevator?” she asks, voice quiet as we walk inside. She looks simultaneously relieved and concerned, and I feel bad. My goal was to protect her, not upset her. The prick deserved worse.
“It’ll wear off in a few hours,” I say, putting the bags down.
Walking through the condo, it’s nice. A little more vibrant than either of our styles, but it’ll be a great vacation stay. I go searching for the bedrooms, only to find just one. That’s odd. Heading back into the kitchen, I spot Indigo, who is leaning against the counter table. “Hey, I’m going to head downstairs and talk to the front desk to get our condo changed,” I tell her.
“Wait, why? I got this condo through an app; the front desk can’t help us. What’s wrong?”
“There’s only one bedroom and only one bed.”
Her cheeks flush pink almost instantly, and she scratches the back of her head, looking down at the floor. “I picked the condo myself.”
“Pardon?”
“I… I—you don’t want to do this? I thought—hooboy, this is awkward; I’m so sorry.” Her voice is all stutters and slurred words as she apologizes, and she drops her face into her hands.
“Don’t apologize; what is there to be sorry for?” I know she’s anxious, I get that, but I actually don’t know what about this time.
“I asked you to be my ‘holidate’ and you agreed, which was very kind of you, but I thought you wanted to come along because… well, we were going to get each other out of our systems. Now I’m realizing maybe you don’t struggle with the same desires for me as I do for you. I might’ve misread the whole bathroom lack-of-shirt event.” She thinks I don’t want her? How? I’ve been working so hard not to appear desperate for her.
“Do you think I don’t want you?” I ask in earnest.
She shrugs. “I mean, separate bedrooms....”
This woman needs a fucking confidence booster, because fucking hell. Who wouldn’t want Indie? I strut towards her, and she gasps as I pull her into a kiss. It’s deep, and I slide my tongue into her mouth, relishing in her warmth. I break, placing her face in the palm of my hands, and open my eyes.
I stare at her for a moment, our eyes transfixed on one another’s, and press our noses together. “I want you. Ever since we met, you’ve invaded my every thought. I can’t get you out of my head, so please tell that part of your brain, the part that says you’re not wanted, to kindly fuck off.”
She smiles at me. It’s small, but I know she believes me. I take one hand, gliding it up her dress, and use the other to grip her hair at the nape of her neck. I pull her head back, baring her throat to me, and suck on it gently. As my left hand reaches the fabric of her underwear, I consider how I should ask to go further.
Ring. Ring.
What is that?
Ring. Ring.
Fuck me. Indigo shifts, and I let go of her as she runs over to the couch to grab her phone, clearly trying not to wake Momiji and Freja, who are still sound asleep. She presses a button, and the phone stops ringing, but she’s staring at it for what feels like eternity. Sliding her finger across the screen, she answers it.
“Hello, Mother; how’re you?”
There’s a long silence, and I can visibly see Indigo’s tension grow. She’s standing, stiff as a board, her shoulders tight.
