Page 7 of Hell and Hexes
“Two weeks is plenty of rest,” I told her. “You should be good as new by now.”
She sighed. “I’m not. Cassie wants me to go back on her couch so she can fuss over me, but I wanted to get back to my life. Outside of your visits, all I was doing was lying there, streaming Netflix, and obsessing about…things. But I’m not doing good. I’m so tired. Glenda’s smoothies are the only thing keeping me going. And…mmm, that feels good.”
I kept doing the thing that felt good and she relaxed into my touch, turning her face to the pillow and closing her eyes. There was something beyond her easily depleted physical energy that was worrying her—something about her town, her responsibilities, her magic. But I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it right now. I could tell she didn’t want to even think about it.
It scared her. Something worried and scared her, and I didn’t want my couch-witch to be afraid. I wanted her to laugh. And to make those happy contented noises she was making.
Well,hadbeen making. Right now, she wasn’t making those noises anymore; she was snoring.
I looked down at her face, wanting to kiss her. But fairy tales to the contrary, I knew from experience that often did not go well. Kissing a sleeping person whom one had been in the happy habit of kissing while awake was fine. But a first kiss while they were asleep? There was a good sixty percent chance that was going to result in a fist to the face and not amazing sex.
So gave her legs one last caress, got up, put a blanket over her, then left before I decided it was worth the risk of get punched in the face.
