She had most certainly had her fair share of encounters with men. The most serious encounter was the one she had gotten out of nearly a year ago, which in her judgment had ended amicably, with both parties agreeing that it was for the best. The man had been a witch with endless ambitions, while she was a witch who pretended to remain behind the scenes. It didn’t sit well with him, and she got tired of pretending to be just as ambitious in order to please him. She was tired of pretending as a whole.
But not for once had she felt with Tancy, the way she had felt when Alexander had kissed her that morning. She should have known better than to let him kiss her, but the truth was, she wanted it. She wanted the taste of him, she wanted her body pressed against his, his lips locked with hers. And although her insides were screaming louder than ever, she didn’t regret any of it.
