Witchcraft - Færdig

Dette er min første novelle på engelsk, og jeg vil faktisk gerne vide hvad i synes. Selvom mit sprog ikke er helt godt xD

Alisha is a teenager girl, who just moved to a new town. But not any teenagegirl. 'Cause Alisha is a witch, just like the rest of her family. And with that follows some responsibilities.


9. It Gets Good!

We got out of the car and in to the house. It was dark, and I didn’t feel safe outside, even with Damen.
”Welcome to my home, I hope you like it,” He said, and smiled. I loved his smile.
”Thanks. I love it,” I answered. I took every single detail in, and enjoyed it.
”Come on, I’ll show you my room,” he said. I followed him upstairs, and down the hallway to a single, closed door.
Damen opened the door and stepped aside, and left the room to me. And God a room! The walls were white, with black silhouettes of trees with leafs. Not girlish, just… Beautiful. It was art.
Except for that, his room was normal, with ordinary furniture, but it’s amazing what a difference the wall did.
”Wow…” I mumbled.
”Yeah, it’s pretty, isn’t it? I made it myself,” he said. He kept his eyes on me. I could feel it, even though I kept watching the wall very carefully.
”You made this, all by yourself? Oh my God!” I was amazed.
To make this seemed impossible. Maybe even with magic. One single mortal couldn’t do that. Or, obviously, one single mortal could. But it still seemed impossible.
”Yeah… It’s kind of my special talent. Art,” he explained.
”It’s beautiful…”
”Just like you,” he whispered.
He took my hand and stroke my cheek, my chin, my lips.
He looked into my eyes as his face, his lips, came closer.
And then he kissed me. Not the awkward first kiss you always hear about. But hard and passionate. Craving.
He removed his lips from mine, and followed my cheek bone, kissed my chin, my neck, and came back to my lips again, just to whisper against them: ”I love you. I loved you from the first time I ever saw your face.”
And then he kissed my lips again.
I got braver, and drove my hands through his hair, putted them around his neck and back to his hair.
His hand found my hair to, and ran through it several times, before they moved on down my back, to right above my ass. He teased me, I knew that. He could probably feel that I’d never kissed a boy in my entire life, and now he was showing off. Idiot. But I was crazy about him anyway.
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