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“Doyou? I thought you were luckless in love, but apparently you knowa place?”
“Oh, god, Cadence, I go there for a little quiet study time where no one will find me. I haven’t gone bringing girls around there.”
Well, if I was the first one. I didn’t even recognize myself, but I bit my lip, and I nodded.
Chapter 8
I KNOW A PLACE
SUMMER
I latched the door shut behind us, the casting chamber quiet save for the wind in the trees outside the window. It was a small spot in the upper reaches of the hollow, nestled in among the rocky crags that ran the edge of the hollow and with an old diamond latticed window that looked out over a broad expanse of the woods, stocked with basic magic equipment, anenchanter’s bench, a few tomes, a desk and a couch, with a plush rug underfoot and a magic chandelier that sparkled and swirled with different colored lights, casting the room in soft ambiance.
“Your little home away from home,” Cadence said, eyes sparkling. She seemed so relaxed… I didn’t know how. I felt like I was going to explode.
“I found it my first month at Starfall. Wanted to get away from things a little, and I found this old room stocked for magic rituals and basic practice, so… now it’s mine. Don’t think anybody else knows about it right now.”
“You, wanting to get away from things?”
“I know! I was so overwhelmed when I first got here. It took me a minute to turn into an insatiable social butterfly.”
She smiled wide, biting her lip, and my brain sparked out when she hooked her fingers under the band of my pants, tugging me towards her. “If you’re overwhelmed at first, that’s okay.”
“Oh, I see we’re not talking about my first semester at Starfall anymore.”
“Of course I am, Summer.” She bent down and kissed my collar, and I moaned softly against her, my whole body lighting up with this sensation ofholy shit we’re actually doing this.And Cadence was… taking the lead? I wasn’t complaining. “I’m sure you learned a lot in your first semester…”
“I learned I’m scared of steelnoses.” I caressed a hand over her back as she kept kissing me, roaming over my collar, up along my shoulders, the base of my neck.
“Anything else you’ve learned you’re afraid of since then?”
“Intermediate Wandwork practicals. Potion-poppers who want to order six top-level pots in one go and place a back order for six more the next day. Professor Song. Rejection.”
“I can’t help you with most of those, but trust me that I don’t see a single thing I would want to reject,” she breathed, tuggingmy collar lower to kiss deep down on my chest before she kissed her way back up to meet my lips. God, she was so good… I kind of didn’t want to meet my true love. I went with her back to the couch, sinking onto the soft cushions as she came down with me, straddling my lap as we deepened the kiss, and I was moaning softly by the time she pulled away, her face deeply flushed.
“Likewise,” I said. “I’ve beenreallyinto everything I’ve seen so far. I’d like to see the rest.”
She kissed my neck. “Can we… take these off?” she said, tugging on my jacket, and I nodded.
“Just keep in mind I’m insecure.”
“About what?” she said, pausing, and I looked away.
“Oh, god. Now you’re going to make me say it?”
“Yes, but I promise I won’t reject you.”
That was the nicest thing I’d ever heard. I was emotionally touched and turned on at the same time. “Just my figure… I’m built like a brick without a curve to speak of, no hips, no boobs, nothing.”
“I will tell you every single thing I like about it if you want that.”
“I… I mean, yeah, I do, I just don’t want you to feel compelled to say nice things.”
She laughed. “I won’t have to search far to find them.”
“Damn, smoother than the best potions.” I gave myself over to her, my heart beating faster with this soft, tender sensation as she stripped me out of my jacket, and I helped her tug my shirt off over my head, my sports bra right after. She looked at me like I was the best thing she’d ever seen, which was already good for my self-esteem, as she ran her hands up over my body, lowering me onto my back and roaming over the shallow swell of my breasts, fingers brushing over my nipples pulling a moan from my lips.
“I love how soft you are,” she breathed, kissing the top of one breast. “Your skin is so silky smooth. I love how strong your chest feels, like I can fall into you and you’ll catch me and hold me. And you have such pretty breasts… such pretty nipples.” She moved down to take one in her mouth, and I broke, collapsing back into the couch and slipping my hand into her hair, rolling my head back.
