“A little.” She shrugged. “It’s not every day you have to meet the leader of the most powerful coven in the world.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Okay, so she remembered Isach and his family were witches. What else did she remember? It wasn’t like I could ask her. There was a knock on the door, and Abby opened it.
“Hey,” Isach said. “Ready?”
“Yep.” Abby stepped out onto the porch. “See ya later, Chloe.” She waved.
Isach glanced at me, and I gave him a thumbs up. As far as I could tell, everything was all right. When Isach closed the door, I raced upstairs to my room.
Trent was on my bed, one hand tucked behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He looked totally at ease and comfortable. I closed and locked my bedroom door.
“Did it work?” he asked, his heated blue gaze roaming the length of my body as I made my way over to him.
“Well, she didn’t say anything about you before she left, and she remembered she was meeting a witch.” I climbed onto my bed and swung my leg over his waist so I was straddling him. “The more important question is, did you have fun kissing Abby? It seemed like you were taking a really long time.” I fought to hide my smile. “Must’ve been a really good kiss.”
“Best kiss of my life,” he said with a serious expression.
I narrowed my eyes and scowled.
“Ask a dumb question, get a dumb answer.” His eyes sparkled with mischief a second before he whipped me around onto my back and tickled my sides.
I laughed and tried to wiggle away from him. “Stop,” I gasped around fits of laughter. But he was unrelenting. “Trent. Please.” I laughed even harder. “Stop. I’m sorry.”
He pinned my hands above my head and crushed his mouth to mine. My giggles morphed into groans of pleasure as Trent kissed me hard and deep, pouring every emotion he had into the moment. Much too soon, he broke away and peered down at me.
“No, I didn’t enjoy kissing Abby,” he said, his voice husky. “In fact, I hated every second of it because I felt like I was betraying you.”
My body relaxed beneath him, and it felt like I was melting into the mattress. I tugged my hands free from his grasp and wrapped them around his neck. “You weren’t betraying me,” I said.
“I know.” He sighed. “But these lips belong to you and only you.” He gave me a lingering kiss on the mouth.
“Mmm,” I said, my tone dreamy. “Just your lips? Because I kinda want the rest of you, too.”
Trent laughed. “Kinda?”
I smiled. “Okay, I really want the rest of you. That better?”
“Much better.” His voice dipped low, and his eyes darkened with lust.
He slanted his mouth over mine, and his hand eased up the hem of my shirt, and this time, I was wiggling to get closer.
“For the record,” he said in between planting small, heated kisses along my jaw. “I really want the rest of you, too.”
My heart raced, and heated need flamed inside of me. “You can have me,” I whispered. Or more accurately—he already had me. All of me. But instead of touching me some more, he was off me and standing near the window before I could blink.
“Your aunt and uncle are home. I’ll call you later.” He opened the window and jumped out.
Groaning, I flung my arm over my face and stayed on my bed until my heart slowed a bit. Then, I got up and went downstairs.
“Hey,” I said, brushing my fingers through my hair. I really should’ve checked my appearance before I came down here. “Need help?”
“That would be great.” Aunt Beth set a bag of groceries on the counter. “Our friends had to cancel at the last minute, so we decided to stock up while we were in the city.”
Uncle Dean walked in a moment later, arms full of bags. “There’s a lot more in the trunk.” He turned and headed back out for another load.
“Why don’t you help him carry stuff in, and I’ll start putting it away?” Aunt Beth suggested.
“Okay,” I said.
After helping Uncle Dean unload the car, I helped Aunt Beth put stuff away, and then I helped with dinner. Not that I wanted to do a bunch of chores, but it helped keep my mind off what was going on with Abby.
Eventually, the chores ran out, and I needed to find something else to occupy me. Aunt Beth put the lasagna in the oven, and I headed upstairs to study for finals. Hopefully, Abby would be home soon.
I buried myself in math review and lost track of time—until there was a knock on my door.
“Chloe?” Abby walked in.
I jumped up and hugged her. “Are you okay? How did it go? You have to tell me everything!”
The plan had been to take her straight to Trent’s after so he could restore her memories, which meant she should remember everything now. It also meant Trent had kissed her again. I tried—and failed—not to scowl.
“Yeah, um, it was weird. Like, his dad looks so… normal.” She sat on the edge of my bed. “He was nice to me, too, which I wasn’t expecting.” She laughed, but it was strained. “He offered me this drink. It looked and tasted like iced tea, but Isach warned me it was the truth potion or whatever.”
I sat in my desk chair, spinning it to face her, and nodded for her to continue.
“I told him everything.” She groaned and covered her face with her hands.
My eyes widened. “What do you mean by everything?” I asked. Fear squeezed my chest. Did our plan fail? Was Rector Zoya on his way to kill me right now?
“I mean, I told him every detail about my life. I even admitted I’ve been lying to my parents about college applications. Oh, and I told him when I got my period for the first time. My first kiss. That Isach and I are
