The Professor Woos The Witch

He leaned over and kissed her. “For sure. I signed a five-year contract this morning to teach at Harmswood Academy.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

She got up to sit on his lap and throw her arms around him. “That’s amazing. I’m so happy. Thank you.” She kissed his face, then his mouth.

After a long moment, she pulled back. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m just sorry I couldn’t make your dream come true.”

She frowned at him. “What are you talking about?”

“There’s no white picket fence around Pilcher Manor.”

She grinned. “Wrought iron is just fine.”

“Good.” He stood, picking her up in his arms as he did. “And now, you should probably be resting. We still have to remodel that house, you know.”

“I can’t rest. I’m too excited!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her life had suddenly gotten amazing.

“Oh, my apologies. Did I say you should be resting?” His eyes darkened with a wicked glint. “I meant bonding.”