Page 36 of Cursed Luck
As far as first dates went, theirs had been interesting.
Mia had enjoyed every minute she spent with Edward. Their sexual chemistry was off the charts, and it had taken everything in her not to continue with his suggestive remarks.
Edward’s concerns over the source of their attraction was not ill founded. She wondered if the others had ever considered the same thing during their relationships. Being with someone for the right reasons was hard enough without the interference of magic.
The last thing she expected during their date was the arrival of his brother and Vanessa. At first, she had been a bit annoyed, as they were in the middle of a heavy conversation. In time she was grateful, as it shined a light into the why he was the way he was.
His family’s history caught her off guard, that was for sure. She’d heard of curses. All witches had. But one that devastated generations, leaving a long list of victims, was new to her. People who had never met the creator of the curse, people who were innocent by all accounts, had suffered greatly at the hands of Ryan’s ancestor.
It was no wonder why Edward shied from relationships.
Carter and Vanessa had not stayed for very long, giving them privacy to process the information. Edward seemed different afterward, but Mia did not want to pry too much more. The night had been filled with heavy topics, and no person should spend that much time on things which caused them obvious pain.
Edward paid for their meal, and to her surprise, he had driven them to one of the lookouts outside of town. He shared happy stories of his childhood with her, and she told him some of her more memorable moments.
The pressure and topic of magic being set aside for another time allowed them to return to the excitement accompanying a first date. The natural magic of a warm summer night cocooned them. They shared sweet kisses under the starry night before he deemed it time to return her home.
It was one of the best dates she’d gone on. To her displeasure, his good-night kiss at her door had been brief. The passion between them remained locked behind a thick, heavy door. She never wanted a man like she did Edward.
The door chimed, startling her, and she nearly watered the floor at her feet and not the plant on the table. “Welcome to Mia’s Flowers!” she called, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and memories of Edward’s lips on her own.
“Oh,Richard, look at those,” a woman said, pointing toward vases on display by Mia’s cookies.
“They are nice,” he said, his eyes running down the length of Mia.
It was all she could do to stop from shuddering in disgust. “I can make centerpieces with a variety of flowers. Is there something specific you’re looking for?”
“My sister told me I justhadto come by, and she wasn’t wrong,” she announced.
Mia tilted her head. “I’m glad she thought so. May I ask what the occasion is?”
“Our wedding of course!” the woman said with stars in her eyes forRichard.
“Congratulations!” Mia said with the most brilliant smile she could muster before spending the next hour helping them look through a book of flowers.
By the time the couple left, Mia wanted to crawl into her shower and scrub her skin raw. She felt for the poor woman’s choice in husband. He’d leered at Mia every chance he got, his eyes spending a vast amount of time on her chest as he licked his lips.
Thankfully, Mia did not get many customers who behaved in such a fashion, especially not in front of their other half. She was not sure if the woman had chosen to ignore his wandering eyes or if she was oblivious to it.
Edward had given Mia most, if not all, of his attention when other women were around. Never had she found him giving another woman lustful eyes like Richard the Prick had.
The door chimed again, and for the first time in a very long time, she sighed in annoyance at the sound of a customer. “Hello, welcome—” She paused when her eyes landed on his. “What are you doing here?”
Edward chuckled as his long-legged strides ate the distance between them. His hand slipped around her neck and brought her mouth toward his. His lips were firm on hers. He nipped, licked, and sucked on them before his tongue begged entrance, and the passionate kiss made her toes curl as she fell into him. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she lost her breath with each stroke of his tongue.
When they broke apart, neither spoke as they gasped for air. They grinned at each other as the world righted itself.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“God, I missed you,” he whispered before kissing her again lightly.
Mia’s heart soared at his admission. “You saw me last night,” she teased.
“Too long,” he said, running his thumb along her lower lip. “Are you hungry? I brought lunch.” He raised his arm.
She had not noticed the bag in his hand until that moment. Consumed by his kiss and touch, all she saw was him. Mia looked at the time on her phone and chuckled. “It’s after lunch.”
Edward raised a brow. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
