giggled!
Apparently someone had been struck by Cupid’s arrow—in a bad way. “Possibly,” she said, busying her hands with the roses.
I screwed up my face.
She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulder. “How did I end up with such an anti-romantic niece?”
Leaning back on the stool, I replied, “It just seems like such a gigantic waste for one day. I don’t need flowers, chocolates, or candles to feel loved. You should be able to feel it in the little things that cost nothing. Like a hug or a kiss…”
This earned me a grin. “I see. So I can assume then that you and Gavin don’t have any romantic plans?”
I rolled my eyes. “I hope he saves us both the embarrassment.”
She flicked the end of my nose . “By the way, just so I know… have you and Gavin been doing a lot of, you know… kissing?”
My cheeks flamed an ungodly shade of red. “Ugh. We are not havi ng this talk at work, are we?”
Grabbing a pair of she ars from one of the drawers, she began to trim the stems off the roses. “Hmm. I guess not. So that is a yes?”
I dropped my head into my hands.
She laughed , turning around and leaning against the counter. “So I’ve been meaning to ask you how things are going with Gavin and Lukas?”
My heart pitter-pattered. “ Can I plead the fifth?”
“And here I was under the impression that you had that all squared away. You are dating Gavin, right?”
Technically, yes. But it is little more complex than that Aunt Clara. You see, I am sharing dreams with one and making out with the other, but my heart is conflicted. I am mixing up love for a friend with the real thing. Got any advice for that? I smiled. “Yeah, Gavin and I are dating.”
“And you and Lukas are…?” she left the sentence open for me to finish.
Somehow I knew before I even opened my mouth, my answer was going to bite me in the butt. “Friends?” That was the most pathetic response. I cringed.
Concern flickered over her pretty face. “You don’t need to convince me, Brianna. You need to convince yourself.”
I sighed heavily. She was right. Someday I was going to be able to make decisions without second -guessing myself. I was going to have the confidence to make the right choices—possibly when my life wasn’t so complicated.
Who was I kidding?
My life was always going to be a mess. Unless, of course, I laced up my pointy boots, put on my black hat, and got this witch crap down pat. Do I embrace it or hide from it? I had been struggling with that decision all year.
The deeper I got in magic business, the scarier I became. It frightened me to think of the kind of person I might become if I fully accepted my fate as a witch. There was still this pinch of darkness inside me from when I had taken the tiniest bit of Gavin’s magic.
On the other hand , if I turned away from my powers, would I risk losing Gavin? Would I lose a part of myself that I had only just found? Now that I have tapped into this part of me, I wasn’t sure I could just turn it off or walk away. I had unlocked a piece that was tied to my birthright. By refusing it, I felt like I would be rejecting my parents.
The door chimed , and my aunt’s face lit up. I figured it was Chad, so I didn’t bother to look and kept twiddling with the pen in my hand. When I felt the undeniable tingles of a witch, my head snapped up. Gavin. I hadn’t expected to see him so soon, especially since we spent the night together.
My heart somersaulted and fireflies started to prance in my belly.
“Your ears must be ringing. Brianna and I were just talking about you,” Aunt Clara said as Gavin walked further into the shop.
He had a cat-caught-the-mouse grin on his lips. “Should I be worried?” he teased.
I steadied my hand on the counter. It was all I could do to keep from falling out of my chair. His dark hair was windblown and utterly sexy, and he made jeans look sinful.
Aunt Clara gathered her newly -cut roses in her arms. “Good luck
Apparently someone had been struck by Cupid’s arrow—in a bad way. “Possibly,” she said, busying her hands with the roses.
I screwed up my face.
She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulder. “How did I end up with such an anti-romantic niece?”
Leaning back on the stool, I replied, “It just seems like such a gigantic waste for one day. I don’t need flowers, chocolates, or candles to feel loved. You should be able to feel it in the little things that cost nothing. Like a hug or a kiss…”
This earned me a grin. “I see. So I can assume then that you and Gavin don’t have any romantic plans?”
I rolled my eyes. “I hope he saves us both the embarrassment.”
She flicked the end of my nose . “By the way, just so I know… have you and Gavin been doing a lot of, you know… kissing?”
My cheeks flamed an ungodly shade of red. “Ugh. We are not havi ng this talk at work, are we?”
Grabbing a pair of she ars from one of the drawers, she began to trim the stems off the roses. “Hmm. I guess not. So that is a yes?”
I dropped my head into my hands.
She laughed , turning around and leaning against the counter. “So I’ve been meaning to ask you how things are going with Gavin and Lukas?”
My heart pitter-pattered. “ Can I plead the fifth?”
“And here I was under the impression that you had that all squared away. You are dating Gavin, right?”
Technically, yes. But it is little more complex than that Aunt Clara. You see, I am sharing dreams with one and making out with the other, but my heart is conflicted. I am mixing up love for a friend with the real thing. Got any advice for that? I smiled. “Yeah, Gavin and I are dating.”
“And you and Lukas are…?” she left the sentence open for me to finish.
Somehow I knew before I even opened my mouth, my answer was going to bite me in the butt. “Friends?” That was the most pathetic response. I cringed.
Concern flickered over her pretty face. “You don’t need to convince me, Brianna. You need to convince yourself.”
I sighed heavily. She was right. Someday I was going to be able to make decisions without second -guessing myself. I was going to have the confidence to make the right choices—possibly when my life wasn’t so complicated.
Who was I kidding?
My life was always going to be a mess. Unless, of course, I laced up my pointy boots, put on my black hat, and got this witch crap down pat. Do I embrace it or hide from it? I had been struggling with that decision all year.
The deeper I got in magic business, the scarier I became. It frightened me to think of the kind of person I might become if I fully accepted my fate as a witch. There was still this pinch of darkness inside me from when I had taken the tiniest bit of Gavin’s magic.
On the other hand , if I turned away from my powers, would I risk losing Gavin? Would I lose a part of myself that I had only just found? Now that I have tapped into this part of me, I wasn’t sure I could just turn it off or walk away. I had unlocked a piece that was tied to my birthright. By refusing it, I felt like I would be rejecting my parents.
The door chimed , and my aunt’s face lit up. I figured it was Chad, so I didn’t bother to look and kept twiddling with the pen in my hand. When I felt the undeniable tingles of a witch, my head snapped up. Gavin. I hadn’t expected to see him so soon, especially since we spent the night together.
My heart somersaulted and fireflies started to prance in my belly.
“Your ears must be ringing. Brianna and I were just talking about you,” Aunt Clara said as Gavin walked further into the shop.
He had a cat-caught-the-mouse grin on his lips. “Should I be worried?” he teased.
I steadied my hand on the counter. It was all I could do to keep from falling out of my chair. His dark hair was windblown and utterly sexy, and he made jeans look sinful.
Aunt Clara gathered her newly -cut roses in her arms. “Good luck
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