「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(194) The Magical Sort

Lynn's POV

It was raw, and surprisingly better than I knew before.

Charles let out an inaudible yelp of instinct, a subtle yet powerful note just as potent as the acute throbbing he involuntarily induced in my head. Panting heavily, his neck tendons strained in plain sight, but as a pleasant smile spread widely across those tasty lips, they all began to fade and he was delivered into paradise. He heaved a long, heartfelt sigh and it was that utter purity of his delight that brought me to a high.

Even without its senses, the shiver of my body was nearly reminiscent. The surge of masculine essence sent shudders up my spine and the parts that could actually feel it tingled in sheer satisfaction impossible to renounce.

Beams of joy radiated brilliantly from his face and I grinned with unprecedented vibrance channeling through my veins. The infamy of reality, however, soon lunged itself at me, relentlessly thrusting waves of fatigue past my skin, and I intuitively laid onto him.

Bare chests to one another, his diaphragm was the only thing vibrating in this comfortable silence. My ears twitched listening to his bounding pulse grow steady, a rhythmic heartbeat singing his presence as a wondrous melody. He gingerly combed my hair, gently playing with its ends while his other fingers trickled down, eventually tapping on my back.

"I hate to have you covered, but I'm afraid you might catch a cold like that," Charles stated in a whisper and I giggled, lifting my head slightly to peer at our naked bodies stacked atop one another.

I nodded and simply flowed with his prudent motion as he carefully flipped us onto our sides, still entwined as one but surely he had to leave to drag the soft duvet upon us. Snugly enveloped in its warmth and his, I slowly moved my hand to cup his face, tenderly caressing his sunken cheek telling me precisely how much the school, and my leaving, had taken a toll on him.

"Will you ever forgive me?" I blurted, words automatically spilling forth as I gazed shakily into the sparkle of his eyes.

"You know I would if you actually did something wrong," Charles replied unhesitatingly, impeccable graciousness dribbling over his crisp English accent yet stabbing my heart with a contradicting torture.

"Your kindness isn't making me feel any better," I murmured, looking away in dejection but he planted two fingers on my chin, gradually bringing our eyes to meet.

"Did you ever stop loving me?" He challenged mildly, expectantly, and almost rhetorically but my answer promptly burst itself through its seams.

"No!" I frantically exclaimed, dismay unmistakably written all over my face.

"Then you never broke that promise," he reassured, smiling cordially, as he brushed away the panicky tear that strayed from its place.

"Lynn, look. You didn't leave because you wanted to, but because you had to," Charles reminded nicely, interlacing his fingers with mine.

"You were in pain and he was the only one who could be there for you," he explained in a sympathetic tone.

"If you think yourself a sinner, then think me equally at fault," he genuinely appealed and I could only react with a cynical laughter to his understanding gesture.

"But if it really makes you feel any better, then of course I'll say I forgive you, why not?" Charles recited, shrugging with a superficial expression.

"I just need you to know that I really never blamed you," he stressed blatantly.

"And that you should stop weighing down yourself, because I'm sure he wouldn't too," Charles affirmed unreservedly with ultimate confidence.