Maybe I’m being stupid for assuming they need a full moon, but that’s when everyone’s magic is the strongest. They would need that and the entirety of the coven together to attack me again. I have time, and I don’t plan on wasting it, but I also don’t plan on not living my life in the meantime.

The way Dax made me feel is the most alive I can remember feeling. I deserve to feel good, right?

My hands glide down my pleated skirt, straightening the navy plaid material. I’m usually not obedient, but something about Dax makes me want to listen. Him telling me how much he loves me in skirts and how it does it for him makes me want to be a good girl. I pair it with a tight black t-shirt. I keep my makeup pretty simple, a black cat eye, some mascara and nude lipstick.

“I’m going over to Bianca’s house,” Stevie tells me as she leaves the house.

“I thought you two broke up?” Bianca is a vampire, and it was hard for them to make their schedules work with how little night time we get during half the year.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t still hook up sometimes.”

“Fair point. Don’t let her bite you, though.”

“But I kinda like it,” she whines.

“As long as it’s what you want, Stevie.” I take comfort in knowing she’s with Bianca tonight. For the most part, witches stay far away from vampires. So our coven shouldn’t give her any issues.

“I’ll text you when I’m headed home.”

“Okay, be safe,” I say to her as she shuts the screened porch door as she leaves. It isn’t sunset yet, so I imagine she will need to go underground with Bianca for a few hours.

I check my appearance in the mirror one more time. I almost let my insecurities claw at me for a moment, and then I remember how Dax made me feel. We’re going to focus on that, and not the mountain of baggage I’m currently dealing with.

The rumble of a motorcycle engine takes me out of my thoughts as I see Dax driving down my gravel driveway. Damn, he looks good.

He parks his bike, taking off his helmet and running his fingers through his hair. He has a deep gray t-shirt on that shows off his sun kissed skin and tattoos.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey, yourself.” He kisses the side of my head and tugs on the hem of my skirt.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. Yeah, he definitely makes me want to hear that over and over again.

What the Hell is happening to me? I nearly melt against his touch as his hand glides up to my waist.

“Where are we going?” I ask as a rumble of thunder sounds off in the distance.

“I wanted to take my bike there, but it looks like it might rain. Can we take your car?”