When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 45
A petal was fluttering near my lips. Edgar was holding a flower and gently brushed my lips with it before offering it to me.
“What kind of foolish misunderstanding is this?”
In the blue moonlight, the man holding out a blooming flower looked unnaturally bright and luminous.
“I’m sorry. I thought you wanted it because you said it was pretty.”
I had marveled not at the flower but at the village women who twirled around them, yet it seemed even at that moment, Edgar’s focus was elsewhere. Feeling bewildered, I took the flower he handed me and was pulled by a strong force.
“Were you jealous?”
His whisper grazed my ear. I buried my nose in his firm shoulder, my eyes darting around for an escape, but his arms, like vines, wrapped around my waist and held me firm.
Inhaling his pleasant scent while nestled in his warm embrace, the noise and concerns of those around us faded into the distance.
“I love only you, Chloe. You’ve been the only one for me for a long time.”
When I lifted my head, I saw Edgar’s long eyelashes from a very close distance. Instinctively, I parted my lips.
“Sigh…”
I had kissed Edgar a few times under the influence of the potion, but never had we intertwined our tongues so intensely. His warm tongue explored the wet inside of my mouth, sending a thrill from my head to my toes. The sensation of being thoroughly licked over my palate and teeth was dizzying.
My legs weakened, and I could hardly stand on my own.
If it weren’t for his arms holding me, I would have certainly fallen.
“Let’s go back.”
Edgar whispered as he held me close, I was breathing heavily. His large hand slowly moved down my back to grasp my hidden lower body forcefully.
I don’t remember much after that, but it seems I absentmindedly nodded.
When I came to, I was lying in a soft bed, receiving a barrage of kisses like a waterfall.
“Chloe, Chloe…”
I realized Edgar was moving his hips, panting my name as if he knew no other word, the unmistakable touch was all too evident even without seeing it.
As I pressed my body against Edgar, even though my clothing obscured it, I vividly felt his firmly e-ect figure through the fabric. Although I wasn’t in need of a restroom, my g***n tingled and grew wet for some reason.
My hips shifted instinctively in response to his movements, a small and faint motion, yet he seemed to notice right away and let out a low chuckle. Then, he gently licked my earlobe as if in praise.
The unfamiliar ceiling, the raucous laughter drifting in through the wide-open window from outside, the foreign scent of the festival—all these unfamiliar elements surrounded me, yet being in Edgar’s arms brought a sense of reassurance.
But was this really okay?
Even as the ‘bug’ of alcohol nibbled away at my reason, I struggled with all my might to maintain control of the situation.
‘I shouldn’t.’
I shouldn’t be doing this. Getting carried away could lead to irrevocable regret…
I thought I was only mumbling to myself, but perhaps I had spoken out loud without realizing, as Edgar, who had been dabbing his wet lips against my heated cheek, narrowed his eyes.
“Why?”
His direct question made me blink heavily. He paused his barrage of kisses and lifted his upper body, his lips pursing in a deep red.
“Chloe, you hardly ever act whimsically. But now you can be a little honest, can’t you? Tell me why you hesitate.”
I had always focused on how Edgar treated me, never fully aware of how I behaved towards him. I was secretly pleased by the changes in his emotional expression after the potion, yet I resisted being honest with myself because I thought it was all a lie.
“Say anything.”
His voice that sounded unexpectedly urgent, snapped me out of my daze.
“Why can’t we?”
The reason was obvious, wasn’t it?
“….It’s because I might get too attached.”
His eyes widened, seemingly not expecting such an answer.
“I’m the only one who likes you, Edgar. If I start to like you even more, that shouldn’t happen. That’s why it can’t.”
If I had been sober, I wouldn’t have said it. My true feelings that were usually locked up tight slipped out surprisingly smoothly and were pushed by the influence of alcohol.
