Under Your Spell (Sebastian POV)

Chapter 6.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow

"I'm going to get another drink." I say, tapping on Sebastian's shoulder to get his attention. "Did you want one, too?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Grayson?" He purrs in my ear with a salacious smile decorating his mouth. "Who would've thought."

I let out a chuckle while coming to my feet from his lap, aided by him. However, I lean on his face when I speak again, resting my hands on my knees. He regards me with a smirk.

"Alcohol makes you funnier."

"Is that a fact?" Sebastian's gaze flickers all over me before it settles on my eyes. "Let's go to the Undercroft tonight. I'll show you how amusing I can be."

"I think I'll tie you up to the couch if you continue to behave like a feral beast." I declare. Alcohol has definitely made me bolder and I like the way that he appears so very pleased with these words. "What are you going to do, then?"

It's now him who approaches my face, our quiet conversation swallowed by the noisy laughter of the students around us.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, darling." His voice is deep and his stare heavy on me as he watches me through hooded eyes. "I'm not afraid to give you control if that's what you want."

There's a moment of pause while I contemplate his words. After he confessed his feelings for me and we shared that amazing night in the Groundskeeper's hut, we have spent the last two weeks of school practically joined by the waist. We have been getting to know each other at a deeper level, exchanging information unknown to each other.

We have also slept together so many times now, I have lost count. And it's safe to say that my self-confidence with him has skyrocketed.

Sebastian makes me feel desired, not only in a physical sense. But I suppose that helps me, too.

He is very good at showing me total devotion and affection, and doesn't push me for the things he wants. Which is why I'm not surprised with how comfortable I am when the words leave my mouth.

"Is that something you fantasize about?" I tilt my head to the side before clarifying. "Me being in control."

"Perhaps." He gives me a small wiggle of eyebrows before bringing the firewhiskey bottle to his mouth and drinking from it without breaking eye contact. He licks his lips after he returns it to the table. "But you don't have to tie me for that to happen."

"How else are you going to do what I tell you to do?" I lower my voice, inebriated by the way he plays into my little games. Always so eager, so quick to engage in the banter. He makes me feel as if I'm the only girl that walks this Earth.

"I can take orders."

Sebastian responds and there's a gleam of truth in his gaze that makes my cheeks flush with both excitement and timidity. I think the first one prevails. I don't say anything to him but I do close the few inches that separate our mouths and give him a long kiss, inserting my tongue between his lips and caressing his own before I withdraw as fast as I went in. Slowly, I move back, watching how Sebastian takes a moment to open up his eyes after the contact. As if his brain is still processing it.

The look he gives me is so wild that I feel my insides ablaze.

I smile coyly at him before walking away from the table, heading towards the ground floor of The Three Broomsticks. Today is, or rather, was the last day of school.

Everyone is taking the train home in the morning and officially starting the summer break.

After establishing our relationship, Sebastian took no time in asking me to come back to London early and stay with him until the new school year. And I did what any sane person would: I said yes immediately. I will stay with my parents back in Boston for a couple of weeks and then I'll come back and stay in his apartment, which would make it easier for my internship in St. Mungo's in August.