Reed and I sat out on the bleachers in the early spring sun. His thumb grazed the hem of my skirt and a giggle escaped me.
"You're not concentrating," he teased.
I stick out my lower lip in a pout. "And you're not playing fair."
"You think the dark mages will?" His hand slid underneath the edge of my skirt and my heart beat a frantic rhythm. "I thought you said Kento was helping you with meditation and visualization: two key ingredients to forming spells without a wand or magical words."
"And you'd be able to do this no matter what I did to you, Senior?" I said, calling his rank in the school. Though Senior is a term used for those passing the first six levels of magic school but can extend for ten years or more.
"Of course."
I peeked one eye open. "Prove it."
"Be happy to." He clos
