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He increased his movements, pushing into her as the tension grew, giving her what she was craving and moving from relaxed to hungry, needy and grasping. Her body tightened and bucked beneath him as he slammed into her, all pretence of sweetness and control lost in the passion and sensation of the moment.

She grabbed him to her as her world exploded, her nails catching on his back and dragging him into scorching bliss with her.

* * *

Jamie held Amrita tightly in his arms, stroking his fingers gently down her back and ribs while he tried to make sense of the way his magic was ricocheting around his body, leaving trails of light buzzing through him.

‘Are you OK?’ Amrita stroked his cheek.

‘That was… intense.’

‘But good, right?’

‘Yes. So, so good.’ He smiled at her.

‘We should probably move. Deal with things. And I need to go downstairs.’

‘For what?’

‘My bag. I didn’t bring it up. I was distracted.’

‘OK.’ He didn’t let her go immediately, and she had to nudge him, pulling his hands from her waist. She groaned and stumbled slightly as she stood, and he forced himself to move, to hold out a steadying hand. ‘Are you OK?’

‘Just a little stiff.’ She smiled. ‘But completely worth it.’ She hesitated by his bedroom door. ‘I did bring an overnight bag. Is that OK? The overnight bit, I mean.’

Jamie rolled to his feet and reached for her. ‘It’s more than OK. It’s perfect.’

The echo of the word must have brought the same flood of memories to her as it did him – vivid, almost tangible, images of what they’d just done – because she flushed ever so slightly, a dreamy look flashing across her eyes.

‘OK. I’ll… go get my things.’

As she trudged down the stairs, he forced himself into the bathroom to deal with the necessaries, and made sure it was empty before she was back. While she was in the bathroom, he pulled open his wardrobe and was only slightly surprised to see empty hangers glistening with golden dust and still moving gently. He was even less surprised to find one of his drawers already empty – but for the tell-tale sprinkle of golden dust.

He grinned and closed it again. Clearly someone – or something – else thought he was doing the right thing. A strange reassurance.

Amrita was holding her bag a bit awkwardly when she came back. ‘Where should I leave this?’

‘How about at home?’

‘I’m sorry?’ Confusion crinkled her brow.

‘I think, next time, you should leave the overnight bag at yours. But leave your things here.’ He took her hand in his and led her to the wardrobe. ‘Like maybe here, or in this drawer. I can clear you some space in the bathroom too, if you want.’

She gave him a strange look. ‘Jamie… are you giving me a drawer?’

‘Yes?’ He wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking, because it seemed obvious to him.

‘You’re saying you want me to have space in your home – where you want me to leave my things?’

‘Is it too soon to have said something like that?’

‘No. I think the timing is… perfect. Thank you.’ She leaned in and kissed him, but when he went to pull her closer, she stepped away.

‘You’re sure I’m not pushing too hard?’

‘Definitely not.’ She beamed at him. ‘But I have things to unpack!’

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