Page 40 of How To Summon A Memory
“Two and a half weeks,” the pair say together.
“Ouch.” I drop back into bed and stare at my ceiling. “Hey at least we’re not getting ready for our wedding.”
“Nope.” Wick says. “And the best part is there’s still time before the next semester starts. We can go on an adventure. Get to know each other again.”
“We missed the masquerade party.” I pout, but I’m not that mad about it.
Florence grins and pushes to their feet to spin. “It went so well, Pike is doing one every month. At least until he and Lark get bored with them.”
Wick nibbles his bottom lip as he pats Rosco’s bottom. “I also may have mentioned that I was sad to miss seeing you at a party. So Pike said he’d have one every month until I was satisfied.”
“Can I kiss you?” I’ve never asked before because I never want Wick to think he’s less than if he never wants to be intimate.
Rosco scurries out of his hold, and Wick blinks back at me and leans in.
“Time for me to go.” Florence blows me a kiss. “Love y’all. See ya soon.” And they’re gone, all the familiars following them.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time,” I whisper. “But I’m okay if you never want to.”
Wick licks his lips. “I want to. So badly. And some other things… sometime. After you’re all cleared by the healer.”
I thread my hand in his hair and pull him down gently. We breathe each other’s air for so long I think he wants to back out, but he presses his lips to mine and it’s everything. I swear a ribbon ties our hearts together. He moans and deepens the kiss, surprising me. He cups the back of my neck so gently as I paw at his shirt. More. I need more and lick at his lips, hoping he opens for me and he does. He pulls me closer in his embrace and it takes everything in me not to rub against him.
We’re gasping when he pulls away.
“Fuck. Fuck. We should definitely add kisses to something we do every day.” His hair is a mess and I love the look on him.
“I’m agreeable to that,” I say. “Wanna go again?”
He cages me in with his forearms and it’s the safest I’ve ever felt in my life. Wick gazes into my eyes. “You’re everything to me, Ethan Speller. Eternity is a long time, but?—”
“I’m human.”
Wick’s grin catches me off guard. “You’re bound to me, which means your life is linked to mine.” He kisses my nose over and over. “Van always said he hated the idea of us together because you’d die, but that’s not the case anymore. He’s ready to throw us a wedding if we want, but I told him it’s way too early for that.”
“You’re amazing, you know that.”
“Only because you believe I am.” Wick flops down next to me and pulls me into his arms. “Everything is possible because you believe in me. In us.”
I snuggle close and face him. “Kiss me again?”
“Every day. All day.” He leans over me and presses his lips to mine again and that’s where my grandmother finds us.
“Cough. Cough.” She fakes and Wick pouts as he plops back to his side against me.
“May I talk to Ethan alone?”
“No. I don’t trust you.” Wick gathers me in his arms and holds me so close I almost can’t breathe. It makes me giggle, and he snorts into my hair when he realizes.
My grandmother sighs and takes the chair Wick previously occupied. “Ethan. My sweet grandbaby. You’re the only family I have left.”
Wick growls, and it’s so fucking hot. “You should have thought?—”
“Wick, I got this.” I pat his hand and he nods in my hair.
“I’lltryto be good. But everything is her fault.”
My grandmother sighs. “It is. Everything. I take full responsibility.”
