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feeling the tip of my ponytail shift back and forth. “Actually, it’s really good.”
    “Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow at me like he didn’t believe me.
    “Really,” I said. “I was just surprised is all, but it suits you.”
    “Thanks.” He smiled, running a hand through the longer part of his hair on top, mussing it in a most endearing way.
    “What made you do it?”
    “Got tired of it getting in my eyes and in my way while I was trying to work,” he said with a one-shouldered shrug. He took my hand from his head and brought it around to kiss my palm, sending happy little shocks through my arm and into my core as the magic inside of me responded to his foreign witch magic when we touched.
    “So, wanna try this again?” he asked, still holding my hand close enough to his face that he rubbed his full, red lips against the tips of my fingers.
    “Right,” I said, my voice a little breathy as I watched his mouth. I had always loved Corbin’s mouth; it was always warm, his lips always a deep blood red and full, making me want to claim them whenever I focused on them. I blinked and shook my head a little, pulling my eyes away from his inviting red lips and looked him in the eye. “Hello, Corbin.”
    “Hello, Taryn,” he replied, his breath warm against my fingers. His other hand reached out, pressing into the small of my back, pulling me against him. He placed my hand on his shoulder before wrapping that arm around my waist as well, crushing my body to his before his mouth claimed mine. Corbin and I were nearly the same height, making everything we did just a little more intimate than it was with anyone else. His hips were in line with mine, his chest pressed against mine, and I didn’t need to crane my neck to kiss him.
    Heat flared in my body, the magic inside of me uncoiling like a snake, slithering through my body, making me sway with the undulating power. I ground my hips into his, feeling his response almost immediately thanks to the thin fabric of his sweats. A noise rumbled in his throat, vibrating against my mouth. His arms tightened around my waist until it was almost difficult to breathe. When I broke the kiss, his teeth caught my lower lip, his tongue running over it before he pulled away. He pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closed so that the thick line of lashes was a dark swath on his tan cheek. I could see the light of my eyes glowing against his face, just that simple kiss awakening my power, drinking it from his skin, his lips, his heat.
    “So,” he said quietly, “what brings you by?”
    “Can’t I just come to see you?” I teased, watching when he opened his eyes, our gaze so intense from the closeness of our faces.
    “Sure,” he said, lifting his forehead off of mine to look me in the face. “But you didn’t, not this time.” I pursed my lips at him, wondering, not for the first time, if this tricky witch wasn’t just a little bit psychic and hadn’t told me.
    “Fine,” I conceded as I took as step back, making his arms slip out from around me. “I was hoping you could help me figure something out.” Corbin took a step back to lean against the counter, crossing one ankle over the other as he crossed his arms over his wide, firm chest, obscuring part of his Celtic tattoo.
    “Something about that necklace?” he asked, inclining his head towards me. My hand went to the chain at my neck before I could stop myself. My hand hovered over where the charm was hidden under my sweater as if I was embarrassed by my reaction.
    “Yes,” I finally said, pulling the charm out from my sweater, letting it rest against the black fabric. Corbin beckoned me closer with a crook of his finger. He squinted at the charm, dipping his head down to look at it when I stepped up to him, but his hands remained tucked into his crossed arms.
    “You can look at it,” I said, reaching up to unclasp the chain, but Corbin caught my wrists before I could get it undone.
    “No,” he said with a