"Yes, ma'am. I own my own business."
"Okay. So, is it successful?"
"I have no complaints."
Celia walks in, handing her aunt a steaming mug. "Here's your tea just like you like it, Auntie," she says, sitting in the chair next to her.
"You don't have to sit next to me, Celia. Go be with your fiancé," her aunt says, waving her away.
When the curvy witch sits next to me, I feel an electric warmth pool down to my toes, reminding me of what her touch felt like when she gave me that hot cocoa the other day.
"So I see Celia hasn't let you add your masculine touch to the house yet," Aunt Griselda says, looking around.
"Excuse me?" I say, confused.
"I'm not daft. I know that we're in the twenty-first century. It's not how we did things when I was younger, but I accept that young people like to live together before they get married. But honestly, Celia, you really need to let this man make this home a little more to his style as well," she says, lightly scolding her niece.
"Of course, Auntie," Celia says, squirming beside me.
Aunt Griselda's visit lasts about an hour, and luckily, most of the time she spends complaining about her neighbor down in Branwen Beach.
"She's dating a gargoyle," she says, sniffing with disapproval.
"Aunt Griselda," Celia says with a warning tone.
"What?"
"We're witches. People are bigoted against us, so why are you being bigoted against someone else who is also different?"
"Oh, pish posh," Aunt Griselda says, waving her niece's words away as she stands. "Well, you two, I'm looking forward to spending Thanksgiving here."
These words cause the voluptuous woman beside me to stiffen.
"Oh, you're coming here for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes. Of course. Now that you're engaged,you'regoing to host. Walk me to the front door."
Obeying, the two of us stand and guide Aunt Griselda to the exit.
Stepping out onto the patio, she turns to us. "And listen, you two, I'm not anti-PDA. You don't have to be so polite in front of me. Let's see some of the love you two share."
"What?" Celia asks.
"Give your fiancé a kiss, Celia, and stop being such a prude," Griselda says with a sniff.
The curvy witch looks up into my eyes with a slightly horrified expression. She rises on her tiptoes, and I lean down to meet her halfway, cupping her chin and bringing her full lips to mine.
When we kiss, my entire body sizzles with electric flames. And even when we part, saying goodbye to her aunt, my lips continue to sizzle.
"Wonderful," Aunt Griselda says. "See you in three weeks."
5
Celia
A gorgeous mountain man is kissing me, and my entire body feels like it's being bathed in flames. His beard feels amazing scratching against my skin, and I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in for just a moment. When we pull apart, I feel dizzy. What the fuck is happening?
Looking pleased, Aunt Griselda says goodbye. Closing the door behind her, I spin around, staring up at Soren.
