Spookily Yours: A Halloween Romance Novel (Witches of Pleasant Grove Book 1) by Jennifer Chipman

Author:Jennifer Chipman [Chipman, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-12T16:00:00+00:00

“Where are you going?” Damien asked, leaning against the doorframe as I attempted to zip up my dress. It was Friday night, Luna and I’s big night out at The Enchanted Cauldron.

I turned to look at him, and my mouth dropped open.

Abs. Muscles. Towel around his waist.

Oh, Goddess.

My mouth went dry. I’d seen him shirtless before, even if it was in the cover of darkness and mostly just an outline of the ridges to his body. But this was… I shut my eyes.

“Did I adopt a demon, or a damn God?” I muttered under my breath, eyes still focused on his muscles. Those abs I wanted to trace my tongue over—multiple times, if I had my way. Especially after that kiss last week. It wasn’t enough—I wanted more.

No being should be allowed to look like that. Especially when I was trying so hard to be good. There was a part of me that felt like a sex-crazed beast every time I saw him. One look from him was all it took, and I was wet. Dripping. It was unfair, really.

But he was basically my roommate, my friend, and he was leaving. He’d only promised me a month, and how much of that did I even have left?

But I couldn’t ask him to stay.

Sure, we’d settled into some sort of normal routine over the last week. I’d go to work, stay at the bakery until the late afternoon before coming home and making dinner.

Damien—well, who knew what Damien did during the day.

But at night, we’d sit on the couch, a cushion between us, watching whatever Halloween movie was on the TV.

I still wasn’t sure what to make out of my unexpected houseguest in a lot of ways, after all. Especially after he’d kissed me.

But nothing else had happened.

Damien hadn’t kissed me again. We’d barely even touched since coming home from the festival. He hadn’t made another move.

Sometimes, when he was looking at me, I’d catch his gaze dropping to my lips. Or the heat in his eyes.

Yet the complete rest of this week we just… hadn’t talked about it. I was tired of dancing around the subject. Pretending there wasn’t some heat between us that I couldn’t explain.

“Out,” I said with a huff, giving up on the zipper. It might have been a themed night, but I still wanted to look good. Feel good. For no one else but myself. Definitely not for the man who currently stood behind me.

“Here,” he murmured, coming up behind me. “Let me.”

Our eyes connected in the mirror as he slowly zipped up my dress, his breath ghosting on the back of my neck. The whole encounter probably took only seconds, but it felt private—intimate—and I didn’t know what to make of that.

“Um.” I smoothed my hands over the tight black dress. “Thank you.”

His voice was rough. “Of course.”

Looping my dangly ghost earrings through my ears, I looked over my appearance. It was casually spooky for sure, but I felt cute. I’d add my favorite hat and a pair of heels and call it good.

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