the roots.
“I understand why you didn’t tell me about the spell. But damn it, Emma, if I had known something was up, I would have ditched school and gone up there to be with you—no matter what crap I was dealing with.” Brendan sighed, prying his fingers from his hair to leave the locks sticking out all over. It was like his hair had just exploded. “I just wish you would realize that you don’t have to fight this by yourself. I’m in this with you— so far in this with you. If that means sneaking out my house late at night because you’ve just done a spell that scared you, or sneaking off school grounds to meet you on a school trip, I’m here.
“I’m here, Em,” he said again, gently squeezing my hip for emphasis. “We finally got here, together. Promise me you’ll remember that.”
“I promise,” I whispered.
Brendan rested his hand on my hip again, where he hooked his thumb into the rolled-down waistband of the plaid boxers I was wearing. Brendan looked at the boxers with a naughty smile.
“And I thought I was supposed to be trying to get into your underwear.” He tugged on the elastic before letting it snap painlessly back into place.
“Smart-ass.” I narrowed my eyes in mock anger, and tried to playfully whack his shoulder, but he deftly caught my hand.
Brendan shut his eyes, bringing my hand to his lips. He kissed my wrist slowly, softly. Brendan balanced his weight above me as he intertwined our fingers, bringing my hand to rest above my head. Slowly he trailed the back of his fingers down the inside of my arm and I could feel the path of his touch, as he left a trail of heat on my skin. He continued his caress down my side until his hand came to rest at my rib cage, and when I saw the adoring look on his face, my breath caught in my throat.
I was glad I had shaved my underarms and legs last night, considering that I sure didn’t expect this afternoon—or, hell, this entire day—to go this way. I hadn’t planned on being semi-undressed on Brendan’s bed, tangled up in his soft, navy blue sheets. I couldn’t imagine a bigger romance killer than if Brendan lifted my arm to see a hairy mess.
But concerns of how I looked soon faded. All I could think about, all I could feel, was Brendan. All my fears, all my anxiety, all my rage evaporated as I took solace in his presence, letting everything else melt away. He slid his hand under my back, and I went willingly as he rolled me on top of him in one fluid motion.
I pressed my lips against his, his mouth soft against mine. It was like we were made to kiss each other—and I guess as soul mates, we were. We were destined to love each other. He seemed to know when I craved a more demanding, aggressive touch—and when I needed him to be tender, reassuring. Like right now.
Brendan filled my senses—all I could smell was the clean, fresh scent of his shampoo as I knotted my fingers in his hair. All I could feel were his hands on me, as they moved from my hips to my thighs, pulling them on either side of him so I was straddling him.
Wrapping one strong arm around my lower back, Brendan pushed himself up into a sitting position without breaking the kiss. I hooked my ankles behind his back, and he broke away from me, just for a moment, long enough to reach behind him and grab a fistful of fabric from the back of his T-shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head and flung it…somewhere, I have no idea where. He could have thrown it into another dimension and I wouldn’t have noticed.
Brendan’s fingers tangled in my hair, cradling my head as he kissed me softly, sweetly, pulling away from me only to whisper that he loved me. His hands found the hem of my shirt and clutched it tightly. Soon, my shirt joined his. The feel of his palms as his hands swept across my skin, holding me impossibly closer, sent my sense of reason into another dimension along with our shirts. But when his lips moved to my collarbone, and his fingers started to tug at the
“I understand why you didn’t tell me about the spell. But damn it, Emma, if I had known something was up, I would have ditched school and gone up there to be with you—no matter what crap I was dealing with.” Brendan sighed, prying his fingers from his hair to leave the locks sticking out all over. It was like his hair had just exploded. “I just wish you would realize that you don’t have to fight this by yourself. I’m in this with you— so far in this with you. If that means sneaking out my house late at night because you’ve just done a spell that scared you, or sneaking off school grounds to meet you on a school trip, I’m here.
“I’m here, Em,” he said again, gently squeezing my hip for emphasis. “We finally got here, together. Promise me you’ll remember that.”
“I promise,” I whispered.
Brendan rested his hand on my hip again, where he hooked his thumb into the rolled-down waistband of the plaid boxers I was wearing. Brendan looked at the boxers with a naughty smile.
“And I thought I was supposed to be trying to get into your underwear.” He tugged on the elastic before letting it snap painlessly back into place.
“Smart-ass.” I narrowed my eyes in mock anger, and tried to playfully whack his shoulder, but he deftly caught my hand.
Brendan shut his eyes, bringing my hand to his lips. He kissed my wrist slowly, softly. Brendan balanced his weight above me as he intertwined our fingers, bringing my hand to rest above my head. Slowly he trailed the back of his fingers down the inside of my arm and I could feel the path of his touch, as he left a trail of heat on my skin. He continued his caress down my side until his hand came to rest at my rib cage, and when I saw the adoring look on his face, my breath caught in my throat.
I was glad I had shaved my underarms and legs last night, considering that I sure didn’t expect this afternoon—or, hell, this entire day—to go this way. I hadn’t planned on being semi-undressed on Brendan’s bed, tangled up in his soft, navy blue sheets. I couldn’t imagine a bigger romance killer than if Brendan lifted my arm to see a hairy mess.
But concerns of how I looked soon faded. All I could think about, all I could feel, was Brendan. All my fears, all my anxiety, all my rage evaporated as I took solace in his presence, letting everything else melt away. He slid his hand under my back, and I went willingly as he rolled me on top of him in one fluid motion.
I pressed my lips against his, his mouth soft against mine. It was like we were made to kiss each other—and I guess as soul mates, we were. We were destined to love each other. He seemed to know when I craved a more demanding, aggressive touch—and when I needed him to be tender, reassuring. Like right now.
Brendan filled my senses—all I could smell was the clean, fresh scent of his shampoo as I knotted my fingers in his hair. All I could feel were his hands on me, as they moved from my hips to my thighs, pulling them on either side of him so I was straddling him.
Wrapping one strong arm around my lower back, Brendan pushed himself up into a sitting position without breaking the kiss. I hooked my ankles behind his back, and he broke away from me, just for a moment, long enough to reach behind him and grab a fistful of fabric from the back of his T-shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head and flung it…somewhere, I have no idea where. He could have thrown it into another dimension and I wouldn’t have noticed.
Brendan’s fingers tangled in my hair, cradling my head as he kissed me softly, sweetly, pulling away from me only to whisper that he loved me. His hands found the hem of my shirt and clutched it tightly. Soon, my shirt joined his. The feel of his palms as his hands swept across my skin, holding me impossibly closer, sent my sense of reason into another dimension along with our shirts. But when his lips moved to my collarbone, and his fingers started to tug at the
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