Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

Chapter 30: Circles (18+)

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Celeste's POV

Xavier has always had this certain charm about him. I don't mean his looks, though those certainly don't hurt a girl's heart. I mean. . The way he cares for others around him. The way he's protective of his friends, his pack - his family.

After the Welcome Ceremony, he helped the pack members clean up. I watched as he helped carry tired kids to their nearby homes or their parents' cars out front. As soon as the yard was cleared and the bon fire was put out, he asked if I would spend the night again in his room. He said he had to get up early to get back to business having to deal with the rogues but that he wanted to wake with me beside him. I had blushed when he said that. And then I spent half the night, staring at him as he soundly slept beside me. And then, true to his word, he got up early and went straight to his office. He had kissed my head and told me to find him for lunch but instead I had taken my study books from my tutor and dragged them into his office.

I tried to focus, I did. But he would make these different facial expressions as he did the paperwork. His eyebrows spoke most of his emotions as he read, furrowing together in concern or raising in disbelief. His nose scrunched when he seemed to disagree with something that was written, sometimes a scoff leaving his lips as well. He'd bite the inside of his cheek sometimes. I think that was when he was contemplating something. Maybe weighing out a decision. He'd stare up at me sometimes, in which case I would go back to rereading the same paragraph of this book that I'd been on for at least the last half hour. He seems to be much better at focusing than me.

"What are you staring at there, little one?" I give a blink. And then another. Coming back to the moment as I stare at Xavier who was working on paper work behind his desk. I was sitting on the couch against the wall, studying material, a werewolf history book and a notebook, on my lap. The pen in my hand was unmoving and probably had been for some time.

"Sorry-" I blink again. "I was just. ."

"Celeste." He has a soft smile on his face, that ever present kindness and adoration in his eyes. "C'mere." There's something to his tone that sends a shiver down my spine. I found myself setting my book and notebook aside, pen shoved inside, as I slowly stood and brushed my hand down my skirt. I rounded his desk as he reached a hand out, offering it to me. I place my hand in his, taking in the comfort as I observe the different tones of our skin. The tingles are as ever present as always as his warmth sinks into my hand. He gives a boyish smile and pulls me closer to him and I stumble into his still seated spot.

"Xavier!" I give a giggle and shove myself a small space away from him. I take in his floppy mess of hair, it's been getting longer as of late. I long to run my hands through it, feel the softness beneath my finger tips. His straight nose and thick brows. He has incredibly long lashes, it's beautiful and I find myself wishing I were a painter so I could get down every detail on canvas. He has a face full of slight stubble at the moment, he hasn't shaved in a day or two. He's a ruggedly handsome man, I think would be the right way to say it.

"You were staring at me," he says with that same grin.

"I was n-"

"You don't need to deny it, Celeste." I feel my cheeks and neck go red and I resist the urge to pull myself away from him. Even if I tried, there's not really anywhere to hide in here. "I like to stare at you too," he admits softly, the grin going down a bit to a gentler smile. One full of assurance. Assurance of what, I'm not quite sure but I find myself liking it anyways, shoulders relaxing a bit. I hadn't even realized I was tense. "I'm yours, Celeste." He gives me a long stare, his thumb stroking over the skin of my hand. "You can stare at me anytime you want." The boyish grin comes back, "In fact, I'd prefer it." I roll my eyes and go to pull from him. "Wait- stop." He pulls me back to him, this time I land between his legs. "Celeste," he says seriously.