Spells
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“How did you do that?” Laurel asked, thinking instantly of her issues with Tamani.
“I don’t know, really. I just did. It was weird. I’ve spent years trying so hard to get David’s attention, to make him like me. And it was like I couldn’t see anything else. And then I didn’t so much make myself stop focusing on David, as I let myself focus on other people. And it was really cool.” Her eyes widened dramatically. “There are guys everywhere; did you know that?”
Laurel laughed. “I’m afraid I’m still pretty focused on David.”
“You should be,” Chelsea said seriously. “So, anyway, Ryan and I started hanging out more and then he asked me to a movie and then to lunch and soon we were hanging out all the time.”
“And kissing.”
“And kissing,” Chelsea agreed enthusiastically. “Ryan is a great kisser.”
Laurel rolled her eyes. “Now there’s something I really wanted to know,” she said sarcastically.
“Ah, come on—everyone wonders.”
“Do not!”
“Sure. I’ve always wondered what kind of a kisser David is.”
“Um, that’s one of those questions you’re not supposed to ask.”
Chelsea laughed. “I didn’t ask. I just said I’ve always wondered.”
“That’s asking.”
“Is not.” She leaned back against her headboard. “’Course, you could tell me anyway.”
“Chelsea!”
“What? I told you.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Technicality.”
“I’m not telling.”
“That’s code for he sucks.”
“He does not suck.”
“Aha!”
Laurel sighed. “You are so weird.”
“Yeah,” Chelsea said with a grin, tossing her springy curls. “But you love me.”
Laurel laughed. “Yes, I do.” She leaned over and tipped her head onto Chelsea’s shoulder. “And I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I’d be happier if you told me what David’s like in bed.”
Laurel looked incredulously at Chelsea, then hit her with a pillow.
TEN
LAUREL SAT CROSS-LEGGED IN HER ROOM, SORTING through school supplies and packing her backpack. David, who had been ready to go back to school for a week now—probably a month, Laurel just didn’t have proof—was sprawled out on her bed, watching her. She pulled a four-pack of multicolored highlighters out of her shopping bag and took a moment to hug them to her chest. “Oh, highlighters,” she crooned melodramatically, “how I missed you!”
David laughed. “You can take them with you next year.”
“Wow. Next year. At the moment I can’t even imagine working that hard again.” She looked up at him. “Wasn’t this supposed to be summer vacation?”
David reached down and wrapped his arms around her chest, lifting her up onto the bed beside him as she laughed. “Didn’t feel like much of a vacation for me, either, with you gone the whole time,” he said, leaning back against her pillows.
Laurel curled up against his chest. “And now it’s over,” she lamented.
“Day’s not finished yet,” David whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
“Well,” Laurel said, holding her face straight, “my parents do tell me to make the most of every day.”
“I’m quite in agreement with that,” David said mockingly, but with a hint of growl in his voice. His fingertips pressed against her back as he softly kissed her shoulder, bare beneath the strap of her tank top. Laurel’s arms twined around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. It was one of her favorite things to do. The silky curls would catch just a little on her fingertips, then slide through as she pulled a bit harder.
David’s breath sounded in the back of his throat as his lips found hers and Laurel let herself slip into the pleasant satisfaction she always felt in David’s arms. She smiled as he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he asked quietly, his hand resting along her ribs.
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” Laurel replied, leaning closer and kissing him gently. Once, twice, and the third time she pulled him in harder, enjoying the feel of his mouth against hers. Her hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his rapid breath expand his ribs. She hesitated for a second—wondering what the chances were that either of her parents would come home early—then lifted his shirt with both hands, guiding it up his arms and over his head. It was her favorite indulgence; holding herself against his bare chest. He was always so warm—even in the summer, when her body temperature was almost as high as his. She loved to feel the heat spread into her from everywhere that touched him, slowly seeping through her until her whole body was pleasantly warmed, her foot lazily looped over his leg.
Her eyes were closed, waiting for his next kiss, and after a few seconds, she opened them. David was staring down at her, a half smile on his face, but his eyes were serious. “I love you,” he said.
She smiled, loving hearing those words. Every time he said it, it sounded like the first time.
“Hey, Miss Fae.”
Laurel grinned as she walked down the stairs. Her dad had started calling her that after he had come home from the hospital. They’d always been close, but after almost losing him last year, it felt like every minute counted double. And even though his insatiable curiosity about all things faerie drove her up the wall sometimes, she loved how easily he accepted her for what she was.
“I don’t know, really. I just did. It was weird. I’ve spent years trying so hard to get David’s attention, to make him like me. And it was like I couldn’t see anything else. And then I didn’t so much make myself stop focusing on David, as I let myself focus on other people. And it was really cool.” Her eyes widened dramatically. “There are guys everywhere; did you know that?”
Laurel laughed. “I’m afraid I’m still pretty focused on David.”
“You should be,” Chelsea said seriously. “So, anyway, Ryan and I started hanging out more and then he asked me to a movie and then to lunch and soon we were hanging out all the time.”
“And kissing.”
“And kissing,” Chelsea agreed enthusiastically. “Ryan is a great kisser.”
Laurel rolled her eyes. “Now there’s something I really wanted to know,” she said sarcastically.
“Ah, come on—everyone wonders.”
“Do not!”
“Sure. I’ve always wondered what kind of a kisser David is.”
“Um, that’s one of those questions you’re not supposed to ask.”
Chelsea laughed. “I didn’t ask. I just said I’ve always wondered.”
“That’s asking.”
“Is not.” She leaned back against her headboard. “’Course, you could tell me anyway.”
“Chelsea!”
“What? I told you.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Technicality.”
“I’m not telling.”
“That’s code for he sucks.”
“He does not suck.”
“Aha!”
Laurel sighed. “You are so weird.”
“Yeah,” Chelsea said with a grin, tossing her springy curls. “But you love me.”
Laurel laughed. “Yes, I do.” She leaned over and tipped her head onto Chelsea’s shoulder. “And I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I’d be happier if you told me what David’s like in bed.”
Laurel looked incredulously at Chelsea, then hit her with a pillow.
TEN
LAUREL SAT CROSS-LEGGED IN HER ROOM, SORTING through school supplies and packing her backpack. David, who had been ready to go back to school for a week now—probably a month, Laurel just didn’t have proof—was sprawled out on her bed, watching her. She pulled a four-pack of multicolored highlighters out of her shopping bag and took a moment to hug them to her chest. “Oh, highlighters,” she crooned melodramatically, “how I missed you!”
David laughed. “You can take them with you next year.”
“Wow. Next year. At the moment I can’t even imagine working that hard again.” She looked up at him. “Wasn’t this supposed to be summer vacation?”
David reached down and wrapped his arms around her chest, lifting her up onto the bed beside him as she laughed. “Didn’t feel like much of a vacation for me, either, with you gone the whole time,” he said, leaning back against her pillows.
Laurel curled up against his chest. “And now it’s over,” she lamented.
“Day’s not finished yet,” David whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
“Well,” Laurel said, holding her face straight, “my parents do tell me to make the most of every day.”
“I’m quite in agreement with that,” David said mockingly, but with a hint of growl in his voice. His fingertips pressed against her back as he softly kissed her shoulder, bare beneath the strap of her tank top. Laurel’s arms twined around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. It was one of her favorite things to do. The silky curls would catch just a little on her fingertips, then slide through as she pulled a bit harder.
David’s breath sounded in the back of his throat as his lips found hers and Laurel let herself slip into the pleasant satisfaction she always felt in David’s arms. She smiled as he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he asked quietly, his hand resting along her ribs.
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” Laurel replied, leaning closer and kissing him gently. Once, twice, and the third time she pulled him in harder, enjoying the feel of his mouth against hers. Her hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his rapid breath expand his ribs. She hesitated for a second—wondering what the chances were that either of her parents would come home early—then lifted his shirt with both hands, guiding it up his arms and over his head. It was her favorite indulgence; holding herself against his bare chest. He was always so warm—even in the summer, when her body temperature was almost as high as his. She loved to feel the heat spread into her from everywhere that touched him, slowly seeping through her until her whole body was pleasantly warmed, her foot lazily looped over his leg.
Her eyes were closed, waiting for his next kiss, and after a few seconds, she opened them. David was staring down at her, a half smile on his face, but his eyes were serious. “I love you,” he said.
She smiled, loving hearing those words. Every time he said it, it sounded like the first time.
“Hey, Miss Fae.”
Laurel grinned as she walked down the stairs. Her dad had started calling her that after he had come home from the hospital. They’d always been close, but after almost losing him last year, it felt like every minute counted double. And even though his insatiable curiosity about all things faerie drove her up the wall sometimes, she loved how easily he accepted her for what she was.
