Starla Silver

“get away. “I love you, Michael Howard. I know you can already feel it, but I need to say it.” She tugged at his lips and he returned the favor. She tasted of peaches and cream. He wanted to kiss her cheek. Her chin. Her neck. Her chest. Every inch of her. Every dimple. Every hidden place he’d always wanted to explore. His tongue charged into her mouth. She opened to him, sliding hers across his, tasting it. Curling around it. Nipping at it. He wanted to take it slow, but his body betrayed him. He pressed into her, his hands squeezing at her hips. Now that he had a taste of her, he wanted all of her. Something crashed inside the Morgan house.”
― Starla Silver, Wicked Good Witches Three Book Box Set

“down her cheek. Michael kissed it away. “I love you, Emily Morgan.” The words slipped off his tongue, leaving a trail of relief behind them. He’d finally said it. Finally admitted it. “I fell in love with you the first day we met. I am an epic asshole for never saying it until now.” She sniffled in a throaty chuckle. “You wanted to leave the Isle.” Still, trying to make everyone else happy. He wanted her to get mad at him. Tell him what a complete dipshit he’d been. Instead, all that radiated from her was complete understanding and love. Love for him. “Emily, I strung you along, just expecting you to always be there, and you were… are. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” He picked her up and swung her around, leaning her against the side of his jeep. “I God damn love you so fucking much it kills me.” Emily gasped a little, her back pressing into the jeep. The reality of what was happening finally kicking into her befuddled brain. “You’re not leaving the Isle…” “No.” “Because of what you found out, about your dad?” “Yes, and no. It’s…” he shook his head in a tight fashion. “Something changed tonight. I don’t know how to explain it. It just suddenly feels right to be here. I don’t want it to feel right,” he admitted. “But it does. This is where I’m supposed to be. Partly because of my dad, partly because of you, partly because of who I am… I guess I’m just giving in. I’m not fighting what I’m supposed to be, or where I’m supposed to be anymore.” Emily leaned in, for the first time taking what she wanted. His lips belonged to her now, and she wasn’t going to let them”
― Starla Silver, Wicked Good Witches Three Book Box Set