Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,18

missed Kaito dearly, this seemed like one of those perfect moments where divine timing was here to save the day.

He wore a long-sleeve black turtle neck and black pants, while his hair was up in his usual ponytail. I was sure beneath the soft fabric were the white bandages covering his wounds that we couldn't heal easily with magic.

How intriguingly limited magic could be when it came to healing a witch’s minor cuts and bruises versus life-threatening situations, where they could easily be reversed. The nurse did explain it was the amount of darkness used during the fight that made the healing process far slower, but it sure was a pain in the butt.

I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I personally favored the pain at this moment. It reminded me of the obstacles I'd just faced with Kaito, and how he somehow saved me from doing something I surely would’ve regretted.

Placing my pajamas on the bed, I walked over to where he stood and accepted the flowers with a tiny smile. After taking a long inhale of the delightful fresh aroma of roses, I lifted the pot further up so I could appreciate the beauty of the themed vase.

"Sailor Moon themed," I whispered. "How did you get this?"

"I have connections," he suggested with a wink.

"So, Katsume," I concluded, and he pouted his lips, which made my smile further spread across my lips.

"How'd you know?"

"She's the only one who'd advise you to get me Sailor Moon themed flowers with a pot that gives off princess of the moon vibes," I explained and walked over to my nightstand to place them right next to my lamp.

I'd figure out where to put them in the morning, but for now, I wanted them somewhere I could visibly see and admire them. With a bob of my head, I turned back to Kaito as he quietly stood there.

I tried to keep my smile on my lips as I looked around my room. "Sorry. My room is a little chaotic right now," I admitted. "Didn't think anyone would come over, you know?"

"I know," he whispered as he closed the door behind him before walking over to where I stood. He carefully reached out to move a few strands out of my face, his hand brushing my cheek while he placed the few strands behind my ear.

He tried to move his hand away when the deed was done, but it remained just inches from my face as if he couldn't figure out what he wished to do. I closed my eyes as I lifted my hand up to press his lightly against my cheek. The action seemingly calmed whatever nerves were brewing within him as his hesitation drifted away.

In moments, he was wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a warm embrace that made me want to melt into his secure arms and never leave. Kaito always had a way of easing someone when they had loads of concerns, but it was the first time of me enjoying the physical touch between us without the exchange of encouraging words.

I couldn't help but lean back to look into his eyes, seconds before his knowledgeable orbs lowered to my lips. They kept looking up and down as his face inched closer to mine. When he knew I wasn't going to push him away, those soft lips of his brushed along mine, another motion of hesitation before he kissed me firmly.

I allowed myself to relax as the tension in my shoulders began to fade while our lips moved at a slow yet passionate rhythm. I felt as though we both needed this brief moment. Just to fall into each other's loving company while our minds drifted on a calming wavelength of pleasure and comfort.

"I missed you," he confessed when he broke the kiss.

"Me, too," I admitted and moved to hug him once more. There was no tension this time as we hugged tightly, and neither of us seemed to be bothered by how uncomfortable our embrace probably was due to our lingering wounds.

I physically desired this moment of touch. His presence pushed away the thoughts that were temporarily submerged thanks to the book I'd been reading.

When we pulled back, Kaito looked at the pajamas I placed on my bed.

"Heading to bed?"

"No," I admitted. "I was going to take a bath."

"Oh," he replied, and I expected him to show some type of embarrassment as he normally did, but he remained in place with his hands on my hips.