We laid there, passed out drunk in his apartment. Apart from my slip the only thing covering me are the covers of the bed. I'm usually the first to wake up, however he was hunched over me and was stroking my arm.
"Morning babydoll." he whispered. "I've always loved you like this."
"What? Hungover or no makeup?"
"Both. You look better without the eyeliner and concealer. It's just... natural."
"You look best drunk." He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "I'm kidding baby." I rolled over onto my side, into his sweet embrace. "I missed this... you." I started to hum.
"What is that? Sing it."
I've never sang in front of anyone before. "The summer days, rock and roll. The way you played for me at your show."
"Who sings that?"
"Lana Del Rey."
"That might be what we need to play. I love you more than jazz babydoll."
"So I've heard."
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Her Coven: My Coven Book 2
FanfictionSequel to My Coven. In the second of (hopefully) many books on the Topic of Gisla, Cordelia, and Fiona. Will be switching perspectives. Fiona has now been running the coven for several years. She hasn't changed much since we last saw her. Still dem...
