I wrote a gay af witchy novel
Chapter two
Hello!
If you haven’t read the first part of my novel, you can read it here:
The first part was originally going to be the prologue, but upon reflection, I’ve decided to make it chapter one (for now, I’ll probably change my mind again). Below is chapter two! It’s pretty rough at the moment, but I hope you enjoy!
Chapter two
“So yeah, that’s where we landed. I’m the worst lesbian ever, and he is the loveliest and most understanding guy ever. And he thinks I’m a warlock.” I slammed down my mug, matcha spilling over the sides as I did.
“A warlock?” I was grateful that the slight curl of Vincent’s lips disappeared as he realised this was serious. “I’m sorry, but…” He took a peppermint tea break, carefully selecting his words. “...You had sex with a man… for the first time in your life... and you don’t remember it. And he thinks you’re a warlock?”
“I doubt he actually thinks I’m a warlock. We didn’t really discuss it more than that.”
“So, you slept with a man. Emphasis on the man,” he giggled to himself, “and you went for breakfast with him because he was a man who you slept with.”
“What are you getting at?”
“I’m just asking what the breakfast was for?” His face was one of genuine intrigue.
“I needed to know what happened.”
“Which was?”
