Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The wind was still howling around the Astronomy Tower, but it felt distant now, like the rest of the world politely stepped back to let Mattheo and Emerson exist in this moment.
Mattheo didn't pull away from Emerson. If anything, he seemed physically incapable of it. He needed to breathe her in properly. His hands slid up from her waist to her face, then down again, like he couldn't decide where to keep them because he needed to touch all of her. Every inch of her felt newly discovered, even though he'd memorised her long ago.
Emerson felt dizzy from the relief and the intensity of being wanted so openly.
His mouth moved from hers to her cheek, her jaw and then the corner of her eye where tears dried in delicate salt lines. He kissed each place slowly, as if drinking in the geography of her face with his lips.
"I love you," He murmured against her skin.
He kissed the other cheek. Her temple. The soft place just below her ear. Emerson shivered as his mouth traced down the line of her neck, his hands sliding up her arms like he needed to confirm she was real from shoulder to wrist.
"I love you," Mattheo echoed, softer this time.
Emerson's fingers threaded through his hair, her pulse racing at the intensity of him. He wasn't holding back now, physically or emotionally. Years of restraint had evaporated, and what remained was devotion so consuming it made her dizzy.
"You're real," He muttered, half to himself. "You're actually mine."
"I was always yours," Emerson breathed back, hands buried in his hair. "From the moment you spoke to me outside the Herbology greenhouses and I ignored you."
Mattheo chuckled, but then he dropped to his knees in front of her so suddenly it stole her breath. For half a second, her heart stuttered in confusion, until she realised why. Mattheo was kneeling before her because he needed to be closer to her body so he could admire her.
His hands slid down her arms until they reached her hands, and then his gaze caught on his ring sitting perfectly on her own hand. Mattheo lifted her hand slowly, his thumb brushing over the ring with a tenderness that made her chest ache.
"You kept it on," He commented quietly, almost awed.
"Of course I did. You have it to me."
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her ring finger.
"I didn't tell you everything when I gave you this," He whispered against her skin.
