Lunette looped her arm in mine, leaving the doctor a blubbering mess on the floor. “Come on. You’re in trouble.”
Tell me why a flurry of heat flooded my core at that statement. “Trouble?” I smirked down at her, liking the feeling of her holding my arm. “I’d like to get into some trouble with you, Miss White Witch.”
“You were just almostlobotomized,and you’re flirting with me. You’re so incredibly lucky I was walking by on the way to the graveyard.” She rolled her eyes as we fell into a stroll outside. The night air was crisp and smelt of freshly carved pumpkins and wilting maple leaves. She was a beam of opalescent light in the dreary night. Starlight. Moonlight. “Quit looking at me like that,” she scolded without conviction.
I didn’t realize I was looking at her in any sort of way, however, as a witch, she could probably sense my desire and attraction. “Not sure I can look at you any other way,” I admitted. “But thanks for saving my brain and eyeballs.”
Lunette giggled. “You’re welcome. Dr. Jekal is a menace. I’ve wanted to curse him for a long time.”
“What’s his curse?”
“Oh, he can only eat white things, smell white things, and hear at a white noise frequency. I believe he can only touch white, as well, but I’m not sure anyone’s ever stayed human long enough for me to confirm. It drives most to madness. It’s a trickier curse than it may sound.” Dimples poked her cheeks insuch an innocent display for such an aggressive use of magic on my account.
“Well, I hope I don’t piss you off and get cursed, too. So, what’s a white witch? Is it different from a purple or pink witch?” I nudged her playfully. She was still holding my arm, and I liked it a lot. We’d only just met, but we were falling into a casual intimacy I couldn’t describe. It felt as if I’d known this witch for lifetimes.
“I won’t curse you unless you try to harm someone else. White witches deal in light magic. Mostly nurturing, protecting, healing, those sorts of things.”
“And you took that quite literally with the wardrobe, I see. Is that common for witches, too?”
“No, the all-white dresses are a me thing. Well, and wearing my wedding dress to the graveyard.”
Stopping, I let go of her arm and took a step back, taking her in. “This was your wedding dress?”
She nodded. “Same one I wore last night. Do you like it?”
Spinning my finger, I gestured for her to twirl. “Give me a spin, let’s see it.”
A soft smile warmed her pink lips as she twirled, her long-sleeved, corseted gown fanning out and sparkling as she did so. “Custom made,” she said, swishing the skirt back and forth. “I wore it every night in my room for weeks after I bought it. Heck, I bought it the night he proposed. My seamstress stayed up all night crafting it for me. He never got to see me in it, though. You see, he died five days before our wedding. Alaric was my one true love.”
That stung more than it should have. One true love. Would there never be another? I hoped so. Even if it wasn’t me, everyone deserved love. But really, I selfishly wanted it to be me.
“We only needed more time. We’d only been engaged for a few weeks,” she added wistfully.
I swallowed the night air as a streetlight flickered to life. “May I ask what happened to him?”
“Oh.” She sighed, looping her arm in mine again and coaxing us back onto the pathway toward the graveyard. “He was murdered.”
“Murdered? Like actual murder?” I asked in shock.
“We have a couple of hours until the moon is at its highest point,” Lunette remarked, glancing up at the sky.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what that means, sweetheart. I don’t speak witch. And as easily distractible as I may be, I believe we were talking about murder.”
Taking my hand, she directed me to a stone alleyway between two shops, dark, unassuming, and slightly damp. Confusion furrowed my brow, and I was unsure what she wanted until her palms pressed against my chest and shoved me against the stone wall. Her breath was sweet on my lips, sweet peppermint, just like the tea she had given me that morning. My hands rested at her waist, and I sucked in a breath, wanting to lose control, wanting to rip off her wedding dress. A dress too beautiful, a girl too fine for any common man, for any man at all.
“Tell me what you want,” I breathed in a hoarse whisper, unable to resist the allure of her lips much longer.
“Help me forget,” she said without pause, as if she’d been thinking it since the moment she met me. “Help me forget, if even for just a night, please… please.”
If my restraint were a raging animal pulling on its rope, her sweet voice, begging the wordplease,was the tug that broke the final fray of control. I gripped her hard, my touch moving to her hips, pulling her tightly against me. Without a thought, my mouth crashed into hers, desperate for a taste of her. Lunette let out the sweetest gasp as her tongue probed mine, as if she had been just as desperate for a taste of me.
“God,” I breathed. “You taste delicious. Never stop kissing me.“
Her hands cupped my jaw and smoothed their way down my neck as she pressed her lips against mine with the fervor of a long lost lover, not merely a first encounter with a strange graveyard girl who lost her memories. I didn’t have time toanalyze it—didn’t want to analyze it, didn’t want any thoughts to exist in my brain aside from the feeling of her body pressed against mine.
If Lunette Selene needed help forgetting, I’d gladly lend my services. I shoved my knee between her thighs, parting her legs, our breaths ragged as we embraced. She wrapped her arms around me, her grip entwining in the curls of my hair. As she tugged, I groaned at the feel of her and pressed my knee harder against the apex of her thighs.
“You feel amazing,” she breathed. “You shouldn’t be real.”
