Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I managed to hold back my tears until I got home but the moment the door closed behind me, I started sobbing. I was sure my life in Hidden Hollow was ruined—after all, who was ever going to trust me again after this? They were all probably going to assume that I had dumped a lust potion into the pear filling on purpose before making the tarts. I had basically given the whole town a magical aphrodisiac that would have them humping for hours!
But if I was being honest, it wasn’t just my shattered reputation and ruined business I was crying for. I couldn’t help missing Malik, even though I told myself I shouldn’t. This was all his fault, after all. If he hadn’t made me so horny while we were making the tarts, my magic never would have seeped into them to poison the whole town with unrequited lust! And besides, I hadn’t even known him for a whole twenty-four hours when he left. He’d literally been with me for less than one day—losing him should be no big deal.
It didn’t seem to matter what I told myself though—I couldn’t stop thinking about the big Incubus—couldn’t stop remembering how he’d saved me from the Ogre and held me while I cried. Or the way he had helped me work in the bakery or the way he’d gone down on me and made me come so hard…
The problem was, I’m just not the kind of person who can give her body without giving her heart. It was yet another reason I had stopped dating—all the guys on the dating apps seemed to want was a quick hook-up. I can’t do that. For me, the emotional goes along with the physical. Sex ought to mean something—that’s how I feel, anyway.
So even though I had known the big Incubus less than twenty-four hours, I still felt like my heart had been run through a meat grinder. It hurt and what hurt even more was knowing that I was never going to see Malik again.