Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 25 - Sebastian invites me to a conference

Nicolae notices that my humor is a little bit better than in the morning. I'm not happy, but, at least, there is hope as Sebastian listened to my arguments and will think about us with care.

I'm working hard, trying to keep my mind off of things or I'll die of anxiety before midnight. I've lived all my life in its intensity, always in a fast pace, and having to wait is like killing me slowly with cruel touches.

I'm so focused on my tasks that I'm unaware of my surrounds. It's like I'm in a parallel world, very far from Earth or Mystery Spell or the manor. Nicolae puts his hand on my shoulder bringing me back to reality, and I jump scared under his touch.

Khawla: Fuck, Nicolae! You're scared the joys of life from my body! Why didn't you call me instead?

He's surprised by my reaction. He's looking at me as if I'm a madwoman and he's absolutely right about this!

Nicolae: But it's what I was doing, but you didn't answer me.

I'm stunned. Was I so focused like this?

"Yeah! If you intended to keep your mind off of things, you did it, girl!"

Nicolae notices my embarrassment. Re-entering the Earth's atmosphere is always complicated and tricky, as you experience a few forces, including gravity, drag and resistance, among others. Okay, I'm not a spacecraft, but it's like this I'm feeling now: a spaceship re-entering into the Earth's atmosphere.

Nicolae has his usual paternalistic behavior towards me. He's always worried about my well-being, mainly because he can't access my mind to know how I really am or what worries me.

Nicolae: It's dinner time already. Come to eat something.

I nod, and we head to the dining room.

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It's midnight. I'm already in the forest waiting for Sebastian with the bottle of water, some gauze, bandage and a pot with the herbal paste. He doesn't take long to show up. He sits in front of me, shifts into his human form, and removes his black leather jacket. His gaze is intense on mine. He gives me his hand, and I lay it in the top of my breasts and start to remove his bandage without taking my eyes off of his.

I know he's still thinking because he has a nonchalant air and a neutral expression, he's not happy or sad. I don't dare to ask anything, I know men need their space, and I don't want to seem desperate, even I'm dying inside. I have my pride.

I wet the gauze in water, and I clean his wounds with care not to make him feel pain, although I can feel him stiffing a little. My movements are precise but soft.

Sebastian's recover is incredible! I think I can remove the stitches, but I didn't bring any tool for it. I look back into his fierce amber eyes that are craved on me. My voice is a murmur.

Khawla: I think we can remove the stitches, but I didn't bring anything.

His voice is intense and deep.

Sebastian: You can do it tomorrow if it pleases you.

I nod, move my gaze away, and take the herbal paste. I start to spread it through his wounds. He takes a deep breath, clenches his jaw and stiffs hard his arm.

Khawla: Yes, I know it's painful, but I'm trying my best not to hurt you more.

He smiles, his voice is hoarse.

Sebastian: I know.

I start to wrap his arm with a new bandage with soft movements, when I finish it, I close with a small knot. I move his arm away with a slow move, and I look back into his fierce amber eyes. I'm lost in them. There is palpable sexual tension between us, but we don't dare to move. We stay a long time like this: sitting, facing each other. No words, no movements. Only Sebastian and me, and our Platonic love. Then, he gets his jacket and wears it.