Timeless | New Adult F/F Romance [COMPLETE]

Part I

Stella Glade was not her friends who fell in love like falling out of bed, but there was something about Morgan Fayne that made her stumble when they met.

On the morning of the Vernal Equinox, Stella stepped out of her apartment building on Albion Road to find her ride idling, engine purring, at the curb.

It was a long-bodied oxblood red Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud-circa 1958 if what Morgan told her was true. It certainly looked old-fashioned enough to hail from that year with an ostentatious chrome grille and a shiny winged ornament perched on the hood. The car's exterior had been waxed till Stella could see her blurry silhouette in the passenger door. The dome headlights were positively blinding, so much so she had to redirect her eyes and still saw spots. Even the wheels were polished to a high gloss. It was a car fit for a queen in another life. Nothing like me, then.

Stella hugged her shabby weekend bag to her chest and whistled her appreciation. "Sweet ride!"

The driver stood up through the car's retracted roof to greet her, riotous curls swaying in the breeze. "Thanks! You ready to roll?"

Stella nodded her head because she couldn't quite speak. Morgan Fayne was everything and nothing Stella thought witches were supposed to look like; it had been less apparent online, in pictures. Ripped jeans covered her legs and motorcycle boots cossetted her feet. Hoop earrings glittered like sunbursts from her earlobes and outrageous makeup popped against her deep brown skin. A faded University of Bangor hoodie made her look all of twenty and forty-five at the same time. She stretched her arms toward the brightening sky to shake what must have been tiredness from her limbs. She'd come a long way to bring Stella home.