Lose Me to Love You by Chloe B. Young

Author:Chloe B. Young
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2023-10-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“God fucking damn it!”

Matty swiped the water from his eyes and shook himself like a dog, but it wasn’t as if it was going to do any good. His thin T-shirt was soaked through, seeping into the waistband of his jeans, cold and heavy.

“You know, I think it actually slowed down for a second there.”

Standing on the top of the stepladder he’d liberated from Matty’s basement, Sean was unaffected by Matty’s soggy glare. He simply smirked, dipped his glass into the bucket of cold—really cold—water, and switched it to his other hand so he could flick the water from his wrist.

(His bare wrist, leaving all the tattoos on his forearm uncovered, as he had for the last week since their trip to Detroit. Of course Sean D. (for Drama) Wildgust would plan for a big reveal, making up for lost opportunity to show off.)

“You think, do you?” Matty said through chattering teeth.

Sean’s face softened, and he stepped down off the ladder, put down the bucket, and handed over a fluffy towel.

“That’s actually good progress,” he said while Matty rubbed away the majority of the water clinging to his hair. “Considering you’ve only been at this a week.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

It felt like shit. He’d spent a week working his way up from stopping a single drop from hitting his palm to a shot-glass full, then skipping right to a pint and suddenly losing any ability he’d thought he’d had.

“Do you want to finish the rest of this or do the other exercise?” Sean asked him gently, just loud enough to be heard over the scratching of the towel, which had already done everything it could.

The other exercise. More comfortable but far more annoyingly difficult. At least with the water, Matty’d had a little success, even if his sense of accomplishment diminished every day.

Trying to make fire from nothing had so far been a huge flop, even when the only wet part of him was his sweating palms. He couldn’t imagine how it would work if he was cold as ice from his head to the crack of his ass. (Gross. Worst thing ever.)

“The other one,” he said anyway because at least it’d be something different.

He left Sean to clean up the floor and empty out and deflate the dollar store kiddie pool that barely fit in the space next to Matty’s bed. His shirt stuck to his skin as he multitasked two things (badly), attempting to yank it up over his head while he hit the button on the space heater with his toe.

“Paws off.”

Matty stumbled back, pulled off-balance by a tug on the bottom of his shirt, yanking it down with a mild, disgusting slap of wet fabric on skin.

“What?” He whipped around, absolutely thrilled when a couple of droplets flung themselves onto Sean’s chest. “Why?”

“Same reason why you’re damp in the first place,” Sean explained, wiping away the transparent patches on his white shirt until it was as if they’d never been there. “Because magic is about what you need, not about what would be convenient.

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