Chapter 6

Was he talking about my power? I have never showed anyone outside of my family my fire power. I’m starting to regret my decision to tell him I’m a witch. I wasn’t even sure if I would be able to do it.

“I assume you mean my power?” I asked.

He smiled and came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back and said “yes”.

His touch sent a shock all the way down to my toes.

“Okay” I said, “ I must warn you. I am not very good.”

“I think you’ll do fine” he encouraged me.

I concentrated and leaned down into the fire pit. I hold my hands around the fire and urge a spark to ignite. To my surprise the fire starts right away.

“This has never happened before” I said shocked.

“Maybe you just overthink everything” he said.

He might be right, I am always over thinking everything. Our emotions are connected to our powers, and I am very emotional, which is likely why my powers are so unpredictable.

We sit down next to each other on the patio couch and enjoy the controlled fire.

“You never told me what you’re doing out here” I said.

“It’s kinda personal and I don’t like to talk about it” he said turning his head away from me, before going silent.

“That doesn’t seem fair when I told you I was a witch.”

“I’ll tell you about it soon, I promise.” He kissed my nose and pulled me close.

I can tell by the way he goes silent like this that it’s something bad. I’m sure he will share it with me when he is ready.

We enjoy the fire without saying a word; I am not sure what to say anyways and sometimes there just aren’t words for things.

“My mom recently passed away from a long battle with cancer” he said finally. I couldn’t imagine losing my mother such as she was, I felt sad for him, no wonder he didn’t want to talk about it.

“I’m so sorry” I said putting my hand on his knee and rubbing gently.

“Thank you, she was a wonderful woman” he told me “She would have loved your spaghetti too.”

We both laughed. I loved how he could find good in this sad memory.

We enjoy the fire crackling in silence once again. The sky is dark, and we can see the stars above us.

It’s a cool night and we can hear the waves crashing up against the beach.

He looks over at me and I want to kiss him. I lean closer to him looking deep into those green eyes.

“I want to kiss you, but I shouldn’t” he told me.

“What’s stopping you?” I asked.

He thinks about it for a second and then reaches for my faces and tilts my chin up and kisses me. Soft at first and then he begins to part my lips with his tongue.

He’s an amazing kisser.

I place my hand on his arm and then move it to his chest feeling the strong muscles under his shirt.

He pulls me on top of him on the couch and continues to kiss me, slipping his fingers under my shirt. His lips are soft and warm; so are his fingers. I can feel his harness underneath me and it’s making me want him even more.

His hand makes his way up my side to the bottom of my bra.

This is going too fast, I’ve never done this before, and I barely know him.

“We should stop” I said breathlessly.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

“It is” I smiled “I’ve just never been with anyone before.” I was saving myself for someone special and they just haven’t come along yet.

I climb off him and sit next to him again. Ben puts his arm around my waist and said, “it’s okay we can just sit here and enjoy the fire.”

The moon is full in the sky and the crickets are chirping. I can tell it’s around 10pm by where the moon is in the sky.

“I should head home it’s getting late, and I want to get an early start on the shed tomorrow” he said, “I had a good time with you tonight. “

Ben leans in to kiss me softly on my lips and then on my forehead.

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow” he said, “bright and early.”

“Drive home safely” I told him, knowing about the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows of the forest.

“I will, I have to stay alive to see what you cook me tomorrow” he joked as he got on his motorcycle to drive home.

I watch Ben drive down the driveway and head inside for the night.

I had a great day today. I had a breakthrough with my magic it actually worked for once.

I call my mom to tell her about my success.

“I’ll believe it when I see it” she said; I’m sure rolling her eyes.

I was tired of the way she treated me and hung up on her.