Night Witch (Weatherstone College, #2)(45)

“She’s really back?” They both nodded. “Did she seem upset with us?”

Sara shook her head, brow furrowed. “No, actually. She was normal Belle and asked about you and everything. It was weird after her icy shoulder over winter break.”

Haley handed me my coffee and breakfast bagel. “Don’t stress, Pais. We’ll figure it all out in time. Today, you have nothing more to worry about than class and your mate.”

“Speaking of,” Sara said around a bite of her sandwich, chewing and swallowing quickly. “We stopped by your dorm this morning, and to our surprise, no sign of Paisley Hallistar. Already shacking up like an old married couple.”

Tingles crossed my skin at the memories of last night.

Logan was insatiable, and even in the moments when he loved me to the edge of my sanity, I was desperate for more.

“I’m going to need some of this married life,” Sara said with a sigh. “Even your facial expression is giving me feelings I don’t know what to do with. Needs and wants I am way too young to consider.”

“You’re the perfect age, pretty witch.” Tobias popped up behind her, and she let out a shriek, almost losing her coffee.

Noah and Logan arrived a few seconds later, interrupting whatever scathing reply Sara was working on. Tobias leaned over, took a bite of her sandwich, and she stared at him like he was an alien lifeform that had just suggested they fuck to save the planet.

Logan nuzzled against my neck. “Hey, Precious,” he rumbled, still sounding half asleep. “You weren’t in my bed when I woke up.”

“I needed to shower before classes today,” I said with a laugh, letting myself rest against him. For two reasons, one of which was exhaustion, and the other was the pure need to be close to him. He took my weight as if it were nothing, his hands tracing gently down my sides.

It felt so fucking good that I almost purred at the sensation.

Our friends laughed and joked around us, and I chuckled at Sara holding her sandwich protectively against her chest as she berated Tobias. Not that he appeared to mind, his eyes were locked on her face in a way that said he was deep into his feelings.

I hadn’t eaten my sandwich yet, and when I lifted it up to Logan, he made an appreciative sound as he took a bite. He nudged it back toward me then, silently indicating it was my turn. Sharing food with him felt intimate, and I couldn’t love these little couple-y moments more.

“I finished your book,” Noah said as he sidled up beside Haley.

Which reminded me that she hadn’t shared any books with me in ages.

“Excuse me.” I straightened and glared at her. “Are you book-cheating on me with Noah?”

Haley’s eyes were flat-out laughing, even if she did nothing more than smirk. “Kind of figured you wouldn’t have time at night for reading. You’re living out your own romantasy anyway. You don’t need the made-up ones.”

I slammed my palm against my chest and narrowed my eyes on Noah. “Don’t get too comfortable, big guy. She loves me more than you.”

Haley couldn’t hold back her laughter this time. “Absolutely the truth. Witches before . . . uh . . . warlocks. It doesn’t rhyme, but you get the point.”

Relieved that we’d sorted that out, I relaxed against Logan once more, only to find him watching me with a look that said he was seeing into the softest, more sacred parts of my soul . . . and he liked what he saw.

The air crackled between us as he lifted the hand holding my sandwich. “Eat, Precious.”

I took a bite, and even cold it was still delicious. Before my next bite, Logan reached out and wrapped his hand around mine, and the sandwich was once again hot and steaming.

“You’re so much more than I expected,” I whispered, staring at his perfect side profile. I wasn’t sure Dad was even this attentive to Mom, and he was the warlock I’d measured all others against.

Logan’s touch heated my skin too as he wrapped his fin gers gently across my throat. Possessively. “I’ll always be more,” he said. “And you need to eat. You don’t take care of yourself, which is okay, because you have me now.”

He refused to take another bite and didn’t let me leave until I’d finished everything.

“I’ve got alchemy and Attack and Defense this morning,” I said when we eventually headed for class.

His smirk told me everything. “Same.”



* * *




The rest of the day was a repeat of yesterday, with Logan shadowing me through the classes, all of which were easily within the scope of my limited abilities.

“Wanna hang in the gym for another couple of hours?” Logan asked after our fight class. I’d just emerged from the locker room, showered and in my uniform. “I’m going to get a quick session in.”

“Sure,” I said, not wanting to be away from him. “I can get started on some assignments while I wait for you.”

Okay, I was mostly going to ogle him for the full workout because he’d have his perfect body on display. But he didn’t have to know that.

We entered the weights room together, and by the time I sat against the wall with my alchemy text and a notepad, Noah and Tobias had joined Logan. All of them wore fitted shorts and tanks, and I tried not to groan at the sheer level of ripped, gorgeous warlock assaulting me.