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and opened her eyes. “Oh.”
Her stomach rolled. Icy trickles raced down her spine.
Oh, what have I done?
Beside her, still asleep, rested the fairy she so well remembered from the court, and now, in a sudden heady stream of images, she remembered all of him from last night. A flush of heat rushed through her body.
What must he think of me? A tiny groan left her. The punch. The wish. He drank it and I drank it too. I so wanted him to love me. The mortals, they’ve drunk it as well.
Waves of nauseas guilt spread upward. The poor girls, all with the wrong men, and I’ve ended up with him beside me but not in the way I ever hoped or imagined it might happen.
She glanced at his perfect handsome face relaxed in sleep. Why of all the fairies there could be, did it have to be him who came to see me? What will he say to be wished into love with me?
She wrinkled her nose as a fresh horror became possible.
“Oh, by the moon’s bright beams!” She edged away from the enticement of his muscular body, though she ached to hold him again, to kiss him, and feel his arms around her.
What of the wish’s power? Is it over? It must be or I’d not feel so guilty. But I still love him? How can I tell what’s real or not? I always found him so charming, so desirable, I understand the word now, and I really didn’t when I left the court. But it was desire. All that time ago, my stomach would flutter whenever I saw him. My tongue always tied itself in knots when he spoke to me. The memory bit sharp, because now she knew a lot more about him.
Too much .
I’ve got to get dressed. Maybe he’ll forget last night, the punch was so strong and the wish so much. Perhaps, even if he doesn’t forget, he might forgive me?
Quietly she rummaged about and found a long sleeved winter gown. He said he loved me last night. No, the words came from the punch and the wish, not him. How could he love me? Nonsense, remember back home.
A succession of exquisite and willing fairies, who all made their intentions clear almost formed his guard of honor at the court. The memories nipped and bit sharp. How often did I watch them all trail after him like ants on a spilled blob of honey. What, by the wind in the leaves, would he see in some clumsy, stupid fairy like me? The glimmer of his shoulders made her ache inside, but she ignored the desire to feel his muscles under her fingers again and his warm lips against her own. Slow and silent, so as not to wake him yet, she drew the gown over her head, searched to find a sleeve.
“What are yer doing?”
She startled at his voice, jerked the fabric down over her face, so she could see him and wished she hadn’t. His hazel eyes twinkled, full of amusement they laughed at her, so a fiery blaze scorched her cheeks.
“I’m getting dressed,” she whispered and couldn’t meet his gaze any longer.
“Already?”
Her stomach flipped again and she peeked up to his smile. So much is wrapped up in his one little word. Does he mean he wants me? Should I take the gown off? No, I can’t! I’m so ashamed of myself. What is supposed to happen now? She stared as his smile grew and his gaze beckoned, enticing her closer. A tingle of pleasure rose on her skin at his expression. He looked at her in just the same way he had last night. Does he love me? Is his smile still the effects of the wish?
“Are yer feeling all right?” he asked as he sat up, and reached out to where she knelt. He slid the blue gown up from around her neck and over her head.
She nodded, suddenly too shy to say a word while his slow gaze followed the contours of her body, and her nipples throbbed.
“Do yer remember it all?” he asked, and wrapped an arm around her. He guided her down next to him and pulled the cape over them.
“Yes, the wish went wrong and the mortals all got muddled up,” she murmured. Tears sparked hot because she remembered more, and the memory bloomed to send sweet waves of sensation racing over her to spark the
Her stomach rolled. Icy trickles raced down her spine.
Oh, what have I done?
Beside her, still asleep, rested the fairy she so well remembered from the court, and now, in a sudden heady stream of images, she remembered all of him from last night. A flush of heat rushed through her body.
What must he think of me? A tiny groan left her. The punch. The wish. He drank it and I drank it too. I so wanted him to love me. The mortals, they’ve drunk it as well.
Waves of nauseas guilt spread upward. The poor girls, all with the wrong men, and I’ve ended up with him beside me but not in the way I ever hoped or imagined it might happen.
She glanced at his perfect handsome face relaxed in sleep. Why of all the fairies there could be, did it have to be him who came to see me? What will he say to be wished into love with me?
She wrinkled her nose as a fresh horror became possible.
“Oh, by the moon’s bright beams!” She edged away from the enticement of his muscular body, though she ached to hold him again, to kiss him, and feel his arms around her.
What of the wish’s power? Is it over? It must be or I’d not feel so guilty. But I still love him? How can I tell what’s real or not? I always found him so charming, so desirable, I understand the word now, and I really didn’t when I left the court. But it was desire. All that time ago, my stomach would flutter whenever I saw him. My tongue always tied itself in knots when he spoke to me. The memory bit sharp, because now she knew a lot more about him.
Too much .
I’ve got to get dressed. Maybe he’ll forget last night, the punch was so strong and the wish so much. Perhaps, even if he doesn’t forget, he might forgive me?
Quietly she rummaged about and found a long sleeved winter gown. He said he loved me last night. No, the words came from the punch and the wish, not him. How could he love me? Nonsense, remember back home.
A succession of exquisite and willing fairies, who all made their intentions clear almost formed his guard of honor at the court. The memories nipped and bit sharp. How often did I watch them all trail after him like ants on a spilled blob of honey. What, by the wind in the leaves, would he see in some clumsy, stupid fairy like me? The glimmer of his shoulders made her ache inside, but she ignored the desire to feel his muscles under her fingers again and his warm lips against her own. Slow and silent, so as not to wake him yet, she drew the gown over her head, searched to find a sleeve.
“What are yer doing?”
She startled at his voice, jerked the fabric down over her face, so she could see him and wished she hadn’t. His hazel eyes twinkled, full of amusement they laughed at her, so a fiery blaze scorched her cheeks.
“I’m getting dressed,” she whispered and couldn’t meet his gaze any longer.
“Already?”
Her stomach flipped again and she peeked up to his smile. So much is wrapped up in his one little word. Does he mean he wants me? Should I take the gown off? No, I can’t! I’m so ashamed of myself. What is supposed to happen now? She stared as his smile grew and his gaze beckoned, enticing her closer. A tingle of pleasure rose on her skin at his expression. He looked at her in just the same way he had last night. Does he love me? Is his smile still the effects of the wish?
“Are yer feeling all right?” he asked as he sat up, and reached out to where she knelt. He slid the blue gown up from around her neck and over her head.
She nodded, suddenly too shy to say a word while his slow gaze followed the contours of her body, and her nipples throbbed.
“Do yer remember it all?” he asked, and wrapped an arm around her. He guided her down next to him and pulled the cape over them.
“Yes, the wish went wrong and the mortals all got muddled up,” she murmured. Tears sparked hot because she remembered more, and the memory bloomed to send sweet waves of sensation racing over her to spark the
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