This was a side of Yaxley he wasn’t used to seeing. Even when he’d fucked her, it had been just that—fervent, fast, a culmination of sexual tension that had been building for years. He’d wanted her, and she’d wanted him, but that was the extent of the feelings they’d revealed. Even in the post sex haze he hadn’t been this aware of every inch of her.
Her eyes still glistened and she was smiling. Raphael had earned very few of those smiles in the past. It was almost uncanny how different she looked when she smiled. Her cheeks were warm against his palm, flushed with heightened emotions. And her laugh–e tried to remember the last time he’d heard it.
And her voice. Had it gone up an octave, or had she merely spent years retraining her tone around him? It sounded so light and airy and he wouldn’t have recognized it had he not been watching her lips move. He couldn’t help the way the corners of his lips lifted at her words, his soft smile mirroring hers.
“It’s behind us, then,” he said, despite knowing all too well that it would never truly be behind him. The social isolation for a year had changed every fiber of his being. Even his magic was not as cantankerous as it had been, the crackling at his fingertips he felt every time he cast a spell replaced with a cooler, slower sensation. But he could do his best not to let it affect the time he spent with her. She missed the Raphael he’d left behind in England, and he would do his best to make sure that was the Raphael she got, whatever that looked like.
Her eyes still glistened and she was smiling. Raphael had earned very few of those smiles in the past. It was almost uncanny how different she looked when she smiled. Her cheeks were warm against his palm, flushed with heightened emotions. And her laugh–e tried to remember the last time he’d heard it.
And her voice. Had it gone up an octave, or had she merely spent years retraining her tone around him? It sounded so light and airy and he wouldn’t have recognized it had he not been watching her lips move. He couldn’t help the way the corners of his lips lifted at her words, his soft smile mirroring hers.
“It’s behind us, then,” he said, despite knowing all too well that it would never truly be behind him. The social isolation for a year had changed every fiber of his being. Even his magic was not as cantankerous as it had been, the crackling at his fingertips he felt every time he cast a spell replaced with a cooler, slower sensation. But he could do his best not to let it affect the time he spent with her. She missed the Raphael he’d left behind in England, and he would do his best to make sure that was the Raphael she got, whatever that looked like.
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