The Incompetent Witch and the Malego by D C Thome

Author:D C Thome [Thome, D C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

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As I got ready for bed, my mind alternated between the Malego and what I’d said to Ashley. Do other witches have this much trouble with every single fucking aspect of being a witch? I gazed into the mirror, and suddenly, my face looked pudgy and dumb. Are my Sophia Loren eyes embarrassed to share space with these cheeks? I stepped back and, assessing my naked body, pinched the love handles protruding miles from my waist. “‘Love handles,’” my ass. Call that stuff what it is—flab. I looked behind me. And speaking of my ass…

I’d never felt more like a generic, worthless incompetent witch. I plopped—yes plopped!—onto the edge of the tub, buried my face in my hands and cried.

And by “cried,” I mean “sobbed.”

There was a knock and the door opened. Hunter peeked in. “Pru?”

I tried to talk, but the sobs just intensified.

Hunter came in, kneeled in front of me and grabbed my shoulders. “What’s the matter?”

“Everything’s the matter,” I said. “I’m fat and stupid and have a bad attitude and curse all the time and—”

“You don’t curse all the time.” I opened my eyes. Hunter was smiling. “And if you changed your attitude, you wouldn’t be you anymore.”

I sniffled. “Great. That leaves only fat and stupid.”

“You sound like the Malego’s in you right now.” Hunter leaned back and danced his eyes up and down my body. “If you have any ‘fat,’ it’s hiding in all the right places. You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I looked into his steely blue eyes. You really mean that, don’t you? A smile pushed its way onto my face. “So, what you’re saying is I’m stupid.”

“More like I’m the stupid one,” he said. “Stupid in love with you.”

Which only fired up the old eye pumps again. He pulled me close, and I cried all over his rock-hard chest. He sniffed my hair—my black hair with almost no red in it—and said, “C’mon. The bed’ll be more comfortable. We can just lie there and cuddle, if you want.”

He helped me up and settled me on the bed. The springs squeaked. A second later, there was a knock on the wall, followed by, “Remember what I told you, vegetari.”

“Your mom can be pretty rough on a guy’s ego,” he said.

“Don’t worry about Ma. Your ego is safe with me.”

Hunter propped up my chin and kissed me. Hard.

And from there we went on to do it in a grandebambino-making sort of way. Or, what would have been, if I were ready to take that step. But I wasn’t. So it was just practice.

And who doesn’t love to practice?

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