Samuel’s hands were resting on the door beside my head. His forehead pressed hard against mine. His breath came in short hot bursts. I opened my mouth to speak. He pressed his lips to mine before I could get a word out. I melted into his kiss, wanting so much more. The kiss was too sweet and too quick. Samuel was gone and pacing the bathroom before I could gather a thought.
“Do you have any idea how difficult this is?” Samuel asked.
“Samuel, this is hard on all of us, but we just have to deal. The witches can’t know. There is no telling what they would do and to
whom if they found out.”
“Do you think I give a f**k about those witches!” Samuel growled.
I didn’t flinch or try to get further against the door. I tried to process what he could find so difficult.
“It kills me not to be w
