The Witches Image

Chapter 12

"What do you want me to say? Maybe I am nervous being here with you, drinking Chocolate!" you tried to play it down.

Copia chuckled again, clearly amused by your attempts to downplay your nervousness. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You could say that," he said, his voice still playful. "But we both know that's not the only reason you're nervous, right?"

You looked at him. Was it so obvious to him? You didn't know what to say, you just stared at him.

Copia watched you intently as you stared at him, your expression betraying you. He could see the confusion and uncertainty in your eyes, and it made his heart race. He leaned forward again, his eyes still on yours.

"You can admit it, you know," he said gently. "There's no shame in it. I can tell you feel something for me. Something more than just respect for your Papa."

You look at him with wide eyes. "Ehmmm!"

Copia smiled at your reaction, enjoying the way your eyes widened in surprise. He leaned even closer, his face just inches from yours.

"You don't have to speak," he said, his voice now a low murmur. "Just nod when I'm right."

What was happening here, you thought, looking at him. But there was no way to get out of it now. So you nodded.

As you nodded, Copia's smile widened. He felt a rush of satisfaction as he realized that he had been right. Your small, subtle gesture confirmed something he had suspected all along - that you had feelings for him.

He reached over the small table and gently took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His touch was gentle but firm, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked at him. Your breath caught in your lungs for a moment.

Copia held your gaze, his eyes locked with yours. He could see the mix of emotions on your face - nervousness, excitement, uncertainty, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He held your chin, his thumb caressing your skin. "You've tried so hard to hide your feelings," he said, his voice a low murmur. "But you can't deny it anymore, can you? You feel something for me. Something you thought you weren't supposed to feel for me."

You couldn't say anything. You just felt your heart pounding against your chest.His gloved hand on your chin.

Copia noticed the way your breath was quickening as he held your chin in his hand. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, and it only made the emotions coursing through him stronger.

He leaned closer across the table, his breath warm against your cheek. "Admit it," he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of pleading desperation. "Admit you feel something for me. Say it out loud."

Your mouth seemed to speak on its own. "Yes, I do!"

Copia's breath caught in his throat as he heard the words fall from your lips. He had been hoping to hear those words for a long time, and now that he had, he felt a flood of emotions wash over him.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with relief and gratitude. "Thank you for being honest with me."

Copia's breath caught in his throat as he heard the words fall from your lips. He had been hoping to hear those words for a long time, and now that he had, he felt a flood of emotions wash over him.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with relief and gratitude. "Thank you for being honest with me."

Your eyes never left his. You wondered if he felt the same for you.