Conjuring Affection by Elizabeth Davis

Author:Elizabeth Davis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Davis

Alison stretched and rolled over to find Erik still sound asleep, sprawled on his stomach. It was slightly stuffy thanks to an early October heat wave, the last gasp of summer before autumn fully set in. Memories of the night before—drinks at his kitchen table, followed by an impromptu jam session where she tried to teach him the chords to songs from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which in turn was followed by stumbling into his bedroom and then sighs and groans, stifled so as to not disturb John—flooded her brain.

The curtains were drawn and dust motes floated in the slices of sunlight that leaked through the sides, illuminating his cluttered but clean room. His computer was surrounded by stacks of dusty CDs—he still owned CDs, which was adorable-- and his bass guitar leaned in one corner while his acoustic guitar leaned in another. The closet was half open and more dark t-shirts (the only type of shirt he owned, apparently. Not that she was complaining) spilled out of it.

The shirts’ owner had his mouth ajar and his thick, straight hair was standing up a little at the back of his head. Alison ran her fingers through the soft pelt and watched as his dark eyelashes fluttered. Light blue eyes focused on her hazel ones and a lazy smile spread across his face. “Hey there,” he mumbled.

“Hey yourself,” she whispered back. In one smooth movement Erik rolled her to her back and pulled himself on top of her. Her legs parted so he could settle between them, and he smiled down at her.

“Sorry it’s so hot in here,” he said, bending down to kiss the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Without even thinking, Alison reached out and felt the familiar prickle of a nearby spirit run down her spine. It was too soon—way too soon, ridiculously too soon, she couldn’t even comprehend how soon it was—but she felt brave. “Here,” she said, and closed her eyes, summoning a soft, cool breeze.

When she opened her eyes Erik was looking back over his shoulder, searching for the source of the breeze. “Is that you, doing that?” he asked, climbing off of her. He looked puzzled, but not surprised.

But here she was, four weeks into a relationship—if it even was that—and showing off her powers. Slowly, she nodded. She let the breeze die off and sat up, pulling up the soft grey sheet to cover her chest. “I have—I have something to tell you,” she started, but to her everlasting shock, Erik grinned knowingly.

“That you’re a witch?” he asked.

Alison let the sheet drop. “You know?”

Erik grabbed her wrist and tugged her down playfully. “I’m related to Linnea. It’s kind of hard not to notice when your sister is having a conversation with your dead grandpa the day after his funeral. And I don’t think she’s bothered with something so pedestrian as a hair dryer since she was twelve. So what kind are you?”

“Hybrid. Spirits and Ice,” she said, propping herself up on an elbow.

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