The Witches Image

Chapter 14

As the two of you walked through the halls, Copia couldn't help but glance at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and awe.

He led you back to your room.

As you approached your door, Copia stopped and turned to face you. He paused for a moment, looking deep into your eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

"May I come in?" he asked, his voice low. "I... I just want to talk to you for a moment."

"I don't know, Sister Madison is probably still awake!", you said. His question about coming in made you nervous again.

Copia chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow at your comment. "Ah, I see. Afraid Sister Madison will catch us being naughty?" he commented.

You laughed.

Copia smiled at your laugh, his heart fluttering at the sound. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, a cheeky grin crossing his face. "But don't worry, I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

"What would you say if we went out on a date?" you asked without thinking twice.

Copia's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. He had expected you to kick him out, not ask him out on a date.

"I... I'd like that," he replied, a smile breaking across his face. "When were you thinking?"

"Are you free tomorrow night?", you asked.

Copia nodded, his smile widening. "Yes, tomorrow night works for me," he said, his mind racing with excitement. "I'll clear my schedule. Just let me know what time and where to pick you up."

"At eight?", you said.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "All right then, sounds like a plan. Eight it is. I'll pick you up."

"Ok!" you smiled and looked at him, wanting so badly to kiss him goodnight, but you made no move.

Copia returned your smile, feeling a flutter in his chest at the sight of your beaming expression. His gaze lingered on your lips, the memory of your previous kiss still fresh in his mind.

Without thinking, he gently cupped your face in his hand, his touch tender and affectionate. His breath caught in his chest as he leaned closer, his eyes meeting yours. "Good night," he murmured, his voice low and full of longing.

Before you could answer, Copia's lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hand on your face was gentle, his touch conveying the depth of his feelings.

As he drew back, he looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reproach. But all he found was a mixture of surprise and satisfaction.

Copia's heart skipped a beat as he saw the expression on your face, the love and desire in your eyes fueling his own emotions. He wanted to pull you closer, to deepen the kiss, but he held himself back.

"I... I should go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Before I do something reckless."

You blush. "See you tomorrow night! Good night, Papa!" you turned towards the door.

Copia watched you turn to open the door, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms, to taste your lips again. But he swallowed hard and steeled himself.

You looked at him before you opened the door and closed it behind you.

"Good night," he replied, his voice hoarse. "See you tomorrow, cara mia."

He stood there for a moment, watching the door close behind you. His mind was racing, filled with thoughts and feelings he couldn't quite sort out.

Copia took another calming breath and ran a hand through his hair, trying to process what had just happened.