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“Baby,”she panted,“baby, that felt so good.”

“So good. I can’t—”

I simply couldn’t. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, or even move. All thesexandmagicstunned me. I held her, powerless to do much else while my dick throbbed inside her, settling down from coming hard. I touched her hair and kissed her shoulder, feeling herheartthump. She pulled from me and nestled to my side, her soft curls splaying my chest.

Realization hit me like a freight train.“I think I had a premonition about what we just did.”

“What do you mean?”she asked, sounding jilted.

“I had this dream that I was eating you out, and then—”

She shot up to look at me,“You were gazing up at me from between my legs. And then I was stroking you.”

“And then I was holding you in my arms. But I had that same dream before. It was a glimpse of what we just did, breaking thecurse.”

Her brows knit together. “Me too. The night I sent that selfie in the tub. When you marked me.”

“Wait, you’re telling me you had that same dream the same night?”

“Yes, it was so vivid. I woke up thinking you were with me in my loft.”

“I had the same dream again, for a second time, when I ended things. It’s what warned me that thecursemightkillyou.”

Myjoints locked up, freezing me in place with how eerie all this was as I held my breath. Maybe Rosie was used to this mystical stuff, but I wasn’t.

Her face pulled in confusion. “Wait, the dream we shared was the same dream you had of me dying? How?”

“The night I had it the second time, after Tilly’s when you were drunk, it was different. Towards the end, your body started burning me, and your hair became flames. I could smell something on fire. I heard this wrenching cry as we fell together, and then you burst into flames. It was horrifying.”

She settled back down on my chest, pensive with myconfession. Finally, she whispered,“Well, it’s all over now. We broke it. The fact that we both picked up on the moment proves there was a soul tie. You know? Like we were both meant to experience this.” I felt her smile. “Baby, it’s all over. You’re blessed. We did it. You listened to your dream and changed the course.”

I held her chin so she would look at me in the darkened room.“Thank you, my love.”I brought her leg over mine, feeling her drip on my thigh. I fucking loved that she was filled with me. It ripped me back to being a single-minded man.“Rosie, sugar andlust,”I said, gliding my fingers through her creamy pussy. It was a mix of us, what we did together.

With a wicked glint in her eyes, she said, “I’m hungry for more.”

I rolled her back on the bed, loving her giggle. And for the rest of the night, it was her and I, between the sheets, making our own kind ofmagic. And for the first time in over a decade—I feltfree.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

The entire town of Pine Bluff was at Summerfest. I stayed back to cover the store, not wanting to risk getting a sunburn. I didn’t mind staying at the store catching up on admin stuff with my laptop at the coffee bar. Occasionally, people would stop in for our beloved lavender lemonade we called PixiePunch.

A little after 2 o’clock, my favorite customer, Otto, slinked in, clutching a yellowed Tom Clancy novel he bought from Viviane. He wore jorts, jean shorts, and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt with a bald eagle. Matching his shirt, he had an old eagle tattoo on his arm I’dloveto touch up for him.

“Hey, hon,”he said.

“Hey Otto, are you going to behave?”

“Do you mean, am I going to order some of your faerie farts to drink?”

“You know I can’t make you a Red Eye. There’s too much caffeine. Dr. MacGregor warned me you’re on statins for yourbloodpressure. I don’t want tokillyou! When we said we hadkillercoffee, we didn’t mean it literally.”

Otto batted the air with his crusty novel.“What about a Shit Weasel?”

The Shit Weasel was more popular than our PixiePunch. It was an iced coffee withsecretsauce, which wascode for schnapps. The girls had lots of regulars pouring their own booze, so they kept a bottle behind the counter to appease them.

“I can’t do a Shit Weasel, but I can do a refreshing iced peach tea? Maybe frozen hot chocolate?”I bartered.

Carson entered the shop over Otto’s shoulder.

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