Page 70 of Destiny of the Witch
I imagined him wearing a pair of glasses on his nose and nothing else other than a frown at me for returning a book late... I bit my lip. The temperature in the room seemed to rise a handful of degrees.
His lips curled up. ‘I knew you’d like that one. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion and I think this qualifies, don’t you?’
‘It does,’ I agreed briskly, like I wasn’t a puddle of desire. ‘That sounds like an excellent plan.’ I cleared my throat awkwardly; I was the worst at sexy talk.
‘Good. Pick the book that’s going to be overdue. You’ll be reading passages from it … so pick agoodone.’
I was tempted for half a second to choose the dictionary or something equally dry, but the thought of reading some sections of my racier romance books to him had me discarding thatparticular idea.
Bastion released me with a quick kiss then began circulating among our guests, as if he hadn’t just been whispering dirty plans for later in my ear.
My husband-to-be was sexy as sin, and I was grateful to the Goddess that he was mine. Now that I’d found him, I was keeping him forever – and woe betide anyone who tried to tear us asunder. Our future lay before us and I had no doubt that at times it would be difficult, but with Bastion by my side, there was nothing we couldn’t accomplish. My heart was full and I was happy in a way I’d never been in my entire life. I had friends, family and a position I was proud of. I had already accomplished so much, and it was only just the beginning.
I was ready to face anything that was coming. Bring it on.
