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Fern froze. She was so still that for a brief second, Calum was worried she’d stopped breathing. He couldn’t help moving again, and he stood up from his desk, going to sit in the wingback chair across from her. He watched patiently as she absorbed the news.
She didn’t seem to notice, but Calum watched with quiet glee as her posture shifted towards him. Fern didn’t know what she was doing, but it meant everything to Calum.
When she spoke, her voice was unnaturally calm.
“This just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? Is there anything else I need to know?”
Calum sighed, sensing the underlying tension in her voice.
“I know this is a lot of information—”
“A lot of information?!” Fern yelped. “A lot of information would be telling me I have double the undergraduate class load I expected, or…or…that I need triple the resources for my dissertation.”
“It’s going to be okay.” Calum extended a hand to Fern and spoke, but she kept talking over him, her pitch increasing.
“Learning that Scotland’s magic society exists, that I’m the descent of a famous witch, and apparently, your last hope is not… mph!”
Calum saw Fern slipping into panic and grabbed her face, kissing her. He watched her in distress and long buried instincts kicked into overdrive. Fern made a muffled gasp before she leaned into the embrace without a second thought.
Everything in Calum’s mind went blank. There was no curse, no magic, no imminent demise of his kingdom. There was only Fern. The scent of her overwhelmed him, like tea and parchment.
His lips grazed over hers, gently at first, but picking up in fervor as the kiss intoxicated them. It was heady and overflowing, surprising in its shocking intensity. Calum bit at Fern’s bottom lip softly, and she made a sweet, soft moan. He slid his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss until he was stroking and teasing her.
He groaned when her hands went to his shirt, grabbing the collar and yanking his body closer.
Calum cupped her face. His thumbs moved soothingly against her cheek, the tender movements at odds with the increasing fever pitch of the kiss. All five of Calum’s senses were obliterated, and everything to him became just one thing—Fern.
There was a sudden knock at the door, startling them both. Fern made a small squeaking sound, and Calum broke the kiss. They fell away from each other, chests heaving and faces flushed.
Fern’s eyes were wide as her fingers slowly came up to touch her swollen lips, staring at Calum. He could only nod, standing slowly and re-buttoning his shirt as the visitor knocked again.
“Coming!” Calum called out, cringing slightly when he sounded out of breath. Fern giggled at that, her blush deepening. He approached the door and grabbed the handle.
“Calum!” Fern whisper-yelled, waving her hand frantically, and he froze.
“What?” he mouthed at her.
“Your glasses!” she hissed, pointing dramatically at her face. Calum looked confused until he startled, readjusting the frames that had been knocked sideways.
“Can I help you?” Calum sounded perfectly professional as he swung the door wide, blocking any view of Fern with his body. It was a faculty member asking questions about their upcoming roster, and Calum slipped into the hall to continue the conversation, shutting Fern in the office behind him.
* * *
Fern watched the door close and sank back into her chair with a dramatic sigh.
What the fuck was that?
Her whole body was alive. One minute, she’d been inching towards a panic attack, and the next, she was making out with her supervisor.
Not just your supervisor. He’s the head of the department and a fucking prince.
Fern had never been kissed like that before. Everything in her melted into Calum’s very capable hands, the second his lips touched hers. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to calm her racing heartbeat and the throbbing sensation between her legs. Fern thought about what it would feel like to have his tongue working over other…
Stop! Even her thoughts sounded out of breath. You’ve got to calm down before he gets back in here.
Not that Calum was doing any better. She couldn’t help but look as he had walked towards the door, his erection apparent. Whoever had claimed that grey sweatpants were god’s gift to women had never seen a pair of well-tailored chinos.
She didn’t want to believe that Calum was that good of a kisser, but she was calmer. Her initial panic had subsided. There were still more questions than answers, but at least she’d need to spend more time around Calum to figure it out. Fern turned towards the door as the conversation in the hallway got louder and she could hear Calum smoothing over a disagreement with someone.
