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“Hi,” he responds. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm. More than okay.” I look at him with what I hope is obviously emotion. “That was amazing.”
He chuckles, looking at me with adoration in his eyes, the haze of lust gone, though I suspect that it will be back before long. “It was.”
“We can do it again, right?”
“I plan on doing that many more times before morning,” he promises. “Were you okay with the magic?”
“I asked for it,” I point out, shifting closer so I can trail my fingers over his chest.
“I thought that was what you were getting at.”
“Words weren’t exactly coming.”
“You were, though,” he teases.
I laugh. “Yes, I was.”
“You’re beautiful when you fall apart.”
“You always think I’m beautiful,” I point out.
“Mmm, that’s true.” He pulls me into his arms and I nestle into him, enjoying the warmth of lying next to me.
“Mine,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
“Yes,” I respond softly. “And you’re mine.”
“For as long as I live.”
I sigh, knowing that even if we technically have to sleep apart because of the dorm rules, this is still the first of many nights in his arms.
EPILOGUE
Anja
The secret roomis surprisingly cosy with all its blankets and pillows, especially considering we only get to set it up for a night at a time. Not that I’m complaining when the alternative is that we don’t get to spendanynights in the same bed.
I stretch out my legs and lean against Cethin as I read over the final section of our essay for Professor Wainwright, enjoying the simplicity of working with him, even if we’re up against a tight deadline.
“I can’t believe we ended up doing this so last minute,” I grumble, correcting a couple of mistakes we’ve made. “It’s due in a couple of days.”
He lets out a bemused laugh. “We’ve been busy.”
“Mmm, you keep ripping my clothes off every chance you get.”
“It wasonebutton.”
“That was my favourite button.” I flash him a teasing smile so he knows I’m not being serious. I set down my tablet and shift onto my knees beside him.
“You had everything that was going on with your magic too,” he reminds me.
“Mmm, but it’s under control now.”
“No more dreams?” Concern fills his eyes and is almost enough to distract me from his bare chest.
“I still get them, but they’re different,” I promise him. “They’re more peaceful. It’s hard to explain.” But I don’t wake up screaming from them any more. It’s like they’re just part of coming to terms with exactly how my magic works even if it will still be years until I can fully use it.
