Not based on the prompt but one of my before-sleep scenario’s.

(Like all my pieces of writing, this was written without looking back. So I apologise for any mistakes or inconsistencies.)

A golden glow lit up the library, candles turning the two of us into long, distorted shadows. He was leaning back against his chair, legs crossed and arms casually draped ovet the armrests. We spoke softly, barely breaking the silence.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. In the calm of the night it was almost like no one else existed, like we were the only ones in this immense castle.

This wasn’t our first time sneaking in after hours. The secret corridors were as familiar to us as the busy classrooms, and we had run through them plenty of times - laughing, shouting, then trying to silence ourselves to avoid detection.

Each of those times had become a core memory, ones that would stay in my heart forevermore. Yet over the years, it had started to feel… different, somehow. At first I thought it had something to do with him, that he had perhaps stopped enjoying our chaotic adventures. That was before I realised, the blame was completely on me.

A chuckle broke the silence. Looking up, I saw him curiously eyeing me, his head now resting on his hand.

“Ah, look whose come back to earth.” He mused, lips curled in a smile. It was an expression I had gotten used to long ago, one he wore far too often. One that made my heart race every single time. “Wanna tell me what you were thinking?”

Letting out a silent, “hm,” I leaned back in my own chair, feet tucked beneath me. Moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, caressing his face, enlightening his sharp jawline and dark eyes.

Within my chest, my heart raced rapidly. And when I swallowed, I could swear his eyes traced the movement of my throat - before quickly flickering to my lips and back to my eyes.

It was in that moment that I decided.

“I have a secret to tell you.” My voice filled the air. Naturally, he leaned forward, curiosity sparkling in his gaze once again. “Really? Tell me.”

Yet I did not speak. Instead, I lifted my hand to his neck, moving as if in slow motion. Those twinkling eyes stayed steady on mine, curiosity soon replaced by something else when my hand touched his skin. But he did not pull away, even as I waited for him to.

This time it was me who watched him swallow, and it was me who closed the distance, pressing my lips to his.

(To be continued ‘cause I gotta get to dinner rn.)