Page 61 of Witch You Would
Too many layers of clothes between me and where I wanted to be. I slid my hand under her shirt, stroking her stomach, movinghigher until I hit the bottom of her bra. Would she stop me? She didn’t seem in a stopping mood.
I shifted the bra’s fabric down and circled her nipple with my thumb. She scooted her hips forward and rolled them, givingmy cock a preview of coming attractions. I groaned into her mouth and she did it again. If I hadn’t been hard as a rock before,I definitely was now.
And then the lights went out.
Penelope pulled away and froze. I squinted at the total darkness. Had something happened to the power? I didn’t hear a storm.Then I realized what it meant and banged my head against the foam-covered wall.
“The motion sensor,” I said, in a normal voice. “It turns off the lights if there’s no one in the room.”
Penelope gave a rusty laugh. “You were right. They never even came inside.”
“Maybe they did and left.”
“Well, at least we know there’s nobody out there. We, um, don’t have to keep hiding.”
Except I did. I was hiding behind a costume and a name I invented with my friends. I was hiding behind the anonymity of theinternet, the distance between emails. I spent most of my time hiding these days, and more and more I realized I was gettingreally tired of it.
Mood ruined. With my free hand, I groped for the glasses I’d thrown on the shelf and slid them back on, then stood up.
“Do you want to work on the spell?” I asked.
“Maybe we should sleep,” she said. “Start fresh in the morning.”
I was glad she couldn’t see my face, because it was hard enough making my voice sound normal.
“Okay,” I said. “Be careful with the—”
A thunk was followed by a naughty word I wouldn’t have expected her to use.
“—shelf.”
I opened the door and the lights came on, showing a scowling Penelope rubbing the back of her head.
Please stay, I wanted to say. We don’t have to do anything but talk. Don’t go yet. Not yet.
What came out of my mouth was, “Are you okay? Let me get you some ice for that...”
“It’s fine,” Penelope said, wincing. “I have a hard head.”
I reached out to her. “Come here.”
She took a step closer, and I rubbed the back of her head gently.
“Sana sana, culito de rana,” I said. “Si no sana hoy, sana mañana.”
A grin cracked Penelope’s face. “Seriously? Are you my abuela?”
“I really hope not. I don’t kiss my abuela like that.”
“Sucio.” She smacked my arm, and I pretended it hurt more than it did.
Another terrible Sam line ran through my mind as she walked out: I hated to see her go, but I loved to watch her leave.
I’d have loved it even more if she’d come back.
Chapter 13
Gil
