The White Witch *COMPLETE*

15- Saturday

'You're not coming.' I texted Douglas an hour ago. I knew he looked at it because he got very annoyed thirty seconds after I hit send. That was fine. He didn't have to answer me as long as he stayed away.

I was outside in my bikini trying to soak up as much sun as I could to prep for the meeting. I had to be ready for anything so I needed to charge up. As I sat there, feeling the tiny crawl of energy over my skin, I couldn't keep the memory of our kiss away. Idealy, that's how I'd recharge. It was so much faster and so much more fun.

My phone buzzed. 'I can't back out even if I wanted to.'

My sigh came out sounding more like a growl. 'Tough. You're not coming.'

'Tell that to Kennedy because it's not up to me.'

I crossed my arms over my knees and rested my forehead on them. A couple minutes later my phone buzzed again.

'I'm sorry.' I stared at it for way too long thinking about what Aiden had said. It was hard to tell, but I felt a dull sort of anxiety off him. Our connection was definitely fading.

I decided to give him a lifeline and see if he'd use it. 'Why?'

His anxiety sharpened, but he didn't respond right away. It seemed he didn't need or want the lifeline. Fine, that was fine. I set my phone down and dropped my head back on my arms. It was silly of me to even hope I'd been wrong about him. I was psychic for christ's sake. I couldn't remember the last time I was wrong about someone.

Another buzz made my heart beat harder. 'I'm sorry because I'm letting my past hurt you.'

Holy shit. I crossed my legs and pulled up the keyboard to respond. But what did I say to that? I couldn't just ask him what happened. Not when it was so hard for him to even give me that one sentence. The seconds ticked by while I just re-read it over and over, frantically trying to think of something worth saying. Nothing seemed right.

Another text popped up. 'I can feel you freaking out.'

'I don't know what to say to that.' I typed honestly. It seemed stupid next to something he'd agonized over for so long, but I didn't have anything else.

His response was almost instant. 'You can say you forgive me and miss me between your legs.'

I gave my phone the same flat look I wanted to give him. 'I forgive you.'

'And?'

'And you're not coming.' I typed to try and steer him in a different direction. Aiden was right inside and I was in a bikini. It felt weird to be thinking dirty things, even if I did miss him between my legs.

'I could be if you play your cards right.'

More like if I play my cards at all. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything other than the look on his face as he moved against me. Or the feel of him hard between my legs. Or the rough way he handled me.

My phone buzzed and I looked down. 'I can feel that too.'

'Bye Douglas.'

'See you Saturday.'

I'd spent every second I could soaking up as much sun as I could. I ate perfectly and worked out enough that I could sleep but not so much that I'd be worn out. I did everything I could do until Saturday morning and hoped it was enough.

Aiden sat in the passenger side of my Civic while I drove to the same park we had Garrett's birthday at. Dad thought it was a nice open area we all knew well. It was usually pretty empty of humans and gave us a little bit of an upper hand.