“I haven’t had many,” she told him, “so it’s not much of a stretch. I don’t know, maybe it’s because we both have magic, but it was pretty spectacular from my end.” She turned the cup in her hands for a moment before drinking.
”Magic does heighten one’s senses” he agreed, leaning back in his chair. “Especially when it comes to all forms of intimacy, be it kissing or otherwise. It’s even more intoxicating when both parties possess magic” Mordred explained.
“My sister is the only other person I ever knew with magic, and hers isn’t like mine. Anyway no one at home ever wanted to kiss me, or anything else.” Summer turned the cup around and around, staring at the subtle carving around the rim, and not looking at Mordred at all. She couldn’t stop her mind turning down those old, well-worn paths, expression falling into pensive lines. “Not after they realised I could see through their games.”