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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Steve felt like he was going crazy during his lover's absence. Everything inside him urged him to trust Charlie, but all the clues he couldn't comprehend made him doubt. Every time he focused on one of these details, memories of their night of passion flooded back to him, as if trying to dispel his doubts. The military man had a headache from concentrating on the reasons he had to be wary of Charlie, even though his entire being seemed to want to push that idea away.

He was sitting with his head in his hands, in front of a cold coffee when Charlie returned, but he didn't hear him, too lost in his thoughts. He jumped when the redhead placed a hand on his shoulder and moved away from him abruptly.

"Hey, what's going on?" Charlie asked, concerned.

"What have you done to me? Why can't I think clearly about everything that's wrong with you? Why do I feel like my body wants to trust you even though I see so many reasons not to?"

To Steve's surprise, Charlie smiled at his words and sat on the bed.

"Because I've given you plenty of reasons not to trust me, but your body and heart have recognized a unique bond between us that's more important than anything else."

Steve looked at him puzzled; he didn't understand what the young man was saying, and he struggled against the urge to question him about everything that was bothering him, but also against his need to be in his arms. He decided to understand before giving in again to his desires, even though he felt like he was fighting against an incredibly strong magnet.

"And are you going to explain all these reasons to me?"

Charlie studied him for several minutes that felt very long to Steve. He was afraid that his lover wouldn't be transparent with him, and he was increasingly struggling against his need to touch him. He even felt like he was trembling.

"How about you stop fighting what you're feeling, come over here with me, and I promise to tell you everything and answer all your questions?" Charlie pleaded with a hint of pain in his voice.

Steve didn't hesitate. He needed this contact too much. All he hoped for was that Charlie would be honest with him and keep his promise. He got on the bed and sat facing the redhead, who immediately took his hand. The soldier's tremors ceased as soon as their skin made contact, and his doubts eased.

"What's happening in my body?" the soldier murmured, scared of what was happening to him.

"It's because you doubted our bond," Charlie explained.

Steve stared at his counterpart, wondering what he was talking about, but also why he seemed upset by this fact.

"Let me explain who I am first, and if you still have questions afterward, you can ask me, okay?"

Steve nodded, becoming calmer by the minute from the caresses Charlie's thumb made on the back of his hand, as well as from his calm voice.

"I know it's going to sound crazy, but real magic exists, and I'm a wizard," the redhead said while taking out his magic wand in front of Steve's astonished eyes.

He made a motion with the carved piece of wood while murmuring some words in a language the soldier didn't understand, and Steve felt himself lifted off the bed. Panic surged through him as he realized what was happening, but Charlie lowered his wand immediately, and Steve was gently placed back on the bed. Panic had gripped the soldier, who retreated from the bed, his heart pounding, his mind confused, assessing the threat before him. His body began to tremble, urging him to seek the soothing touch of the wizard in front of him.