From the moment I woke up I knew that something strange was happening. Being a witch, I was used to all kinds of things and feelings so I just shrugged it off. Or maybe I was just a little tired. I moved in with Derek a few days ago. I was dating him for over an year and he finally asked if I want to live with him. I accepted imediately. I really love Derek and I can see myself growing old next to him. Yet, I know how difficult it is for him to express his feelings so I don't want to rush him into anything.
I smiled when I sensed the delicious smell of pancakes. I left our bedroom and went to the kitchen. I saw Derek in front of the oven baking. I shook my head in amusement and wrapped my hands around his waist, resting my head on his back. "Morning." I mumbled.
"Morning , babe." he shifted so now he had one arm around me and with the other he was holding the cooking utensil.
"I have never seen you cooking." I chuckeled.
"I wanted to make you a surprise. I have two more to finish. The others are on the table you can go eat. And I bought you that chocolate topping you like. " he said.
"Really?" I smiled. "Thank you. You are incredible, Der. But I will wait so we can eat together."
He kissed my forehead and cotinued. When he finished we stood at the table face to face and started eating. From time to time I felt Derek looking at me. After a few minutes I asked :
" What happened?"
" Nothing." He laughed.
"Tell me." I whined.
"You have some chocolate on the corner of your mouth" he said with a wide smile on his face. I whiped that zone and then looked at him.
"Still there." He said. Derek stretched his arm and with his thumb he cleared the stain from my skin. I blushed and returned my gaze to my plate.I took the knife to cut another part of the food but then I heard someone whispering my name. I looked at Derek but he was flipping the pages of a book, waiting for me to finish. I decided to ignore it and return to my food. Then I heard it again. This time clearlier. It sounded like a woman's voice. But it was something odd with thjs. It didn't sound like a normal voice. As a witch I talked to spirits and ghosts but they never called me. I was always the first one to talk so I started to panic a little.
"Did you heard that?" I asked
"What?" Derek.
"Someone said my name."
"I didn't heard anything." He replied. After a few seconds of silence he asked me: "Is this one of your witchy things?"
"What? " I asked.
"Hearing voices?" He said.
"Not exactly. I mean I talk to them but I am the one who initiate the conversations. They never came to me. To be honest this thing scares me a little" I admitted
He place his hand on top of mine.
"Don't be. You are with me." I smiled and muttered a thank you
After breakfast we went in the living room to watch a movie. I was a little nervous but Derek kept me close to him the whole time. I know how dangerous playing with magic and ghosts can be but having my boyfriend next to me really helped. When the movie was over, Derek said he has to go help Scott with something. I watched him anxious from the couch. I think he sensed my anxiety because he came next to me and pressed his lips against mine in a passional kiss.
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