Chapter 38: No Kissing Allowed

**Jax**

We made our way outside on the patio that, during the summer, housed umbrella-covered tables for members to use. Most of the snow from January had melted, leaving the grass a dreary, deathless brown.

"Wanna see something cool?" she asked.

"Always."

She walked down the steps and onto the stone pathway that led toward the golf cart pavilion. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was following, she grinned, then extended her arms, palms down, and with each step she took, the grass blossomed into a rich, vibrant green. Bright yellow dandelions sprouted from the grass and bloomed in front of my eyes. She turned to face me, her smile bigger than I'd ever seen it before.

"Okay, that's a pretty cool trick. Y'know, for witchy magic anyway."

"Definitely a lot better trick than throwing myself over the back of a couch."