I Was Never Meant To 26

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How Not To Fall For A Dragon

Chapter 26 26- Do Not Let Him See You Blush

LEXI

I wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed after a really good night’s sleep, Which honestly surprises me. I’d gone to bed fully expecting the opposite, expecting hours of staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment Blake kissed the top of my head, wondering what it meant, what it didn’t mean, and whether I’d imagined half of the significance. That’s usually how my brain works. It latches on and refuses to let go. But last night… It didn’t. I fell asleep almost immediately, wrapped in warmth and a strange sense of calm I hadn’t realised I’d been missing. And now, lying here with sunlight filtering softly through the room, it feels obvious why. Because… There isn’t actually all that much to figure out. It’s no mystery. Blake likes me. At least… Probably. Or he’s headed that way. Or whatever the Blake version of liking someone looks like, quiet, deliberate, expressed through actions rather than words. And me? Well I don’t know EXACTLY how I feel yet. But 1 DO know that… I’m not panicking about it. I’m not trying to define it or rush it or analyse it to death. For once, I’m genuinely okay with letting something unfold without poking it repeatedly to see what happens. That alone feels new. Still… That doesn’t mean I don’t take a little extra care this morning. I spend an extra ten minutes fixing my hair, smoothing it until it falls just right over my shoulders. I take my time with ray makeup too, not much, just enough to make my eyes stand out and my skin glow. Not because I feel like I have to. Because I want to. Because I like feeling pretty. And maybe, just maybe, a little because I know Blake will notice. He notices everything. The Academy clearly approves of my mood, because when i open my closet, a lavender sundress waits for me. Soft fabric, light and airy, the kind that moves when I walk. Paired with comfortable but cute brown sandals, laces winding up my ankles in a way that feels effortlessly elegant.

“Thanks.” I cheerfully say to my closet. Odd? Maybe. But it feels polite. And just in case the Academy IS sentient somehow, I think it’s best to mind my manners. I smile at my reflection. Confident. Comfortable. Me. As a finishing touch, I fasten the bracelet Blake gave me around my wrist, then the necklace at my throat. The pink stones catch the light, subtle but unmistakably beautiful. Then I head straight for the door. Determined, this time, to be the one waiting for HIM. I throw it open without thinking and step forward, straight into a solid chest. I yelp and go flying backwards, heart leaping into my throat, only to be caught instantly. Blake’s hand settles warm and steady at my waist, fingers firm but careful, like he’s done this a hundred times.

“Good morning to you too.” He says, amusement threading through his voice. He steadies me easily, helping me back onto my feet. And then, he doesn’t move right away. His hand lingers for just a second longer than necessary, the brush of his fingers along my side sending a spark straight up my spine as he finally steps back. I am very aware of him. Of how close he is. Of the fact that he’s already looking at me, taking note of what I’m wearing and cataloguing every little thing about me. My brain promptly shuts down.

“Ready for breakfast?” He asks. Words abandon me entirely, leaving me nodding like that’s the only function I remember how to perform. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, Blake reaches out, takes my hand, and places my arm over his, settling me against him with quiet confidence. Just like yesterday.

And this time, I don’t hesitate at all. I think… I could definitely get used to this.

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Breakfast is relaxed, and somewhere between the first sip of tea and my second bite of toast, my brain fully wakes up. The lingering fog from yesterday lifts, replaced with a pleasant, buoyant energy that makes me feel… Chatty. Usually, Blake is the one asking questions, quiet, pointed ones, like he’s circling a puzzle and waiting for it to reveal itself. This time, I decide not to just sit back and let that happen.

“So…” I begin casually, watching him over the rim of my mug.

“I’m not sure if this is a rude question, so feel free not to answer if it bothers you. Actually. I am fairly sure that it IS rude, but I am going to ask anyway.” I decide. Blake glances up, amused already. I continue, lifting my wrist so the bracelet catches the light, the pink stones glinting softly.

“if you actually have a hoard of treasures… Stuff like this…” I pause and give my wrist a small tilt for emphasis.

“Then that obviously costs, like… A heck of a lot. How do you afford that?” I question. Blake laughs, low and easy, and the expression that crosses his face is

unmistakable pride. Not arrogance exactly. More like satisfaction.

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“I earned it.” He says simply. I blink.

“Uh… How?” I ask, genuinely baffled. He shrugs, unbothered, cutting into his food as if he’s explaining something entirely mundane.

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Chapter 26 26- Do Not Let Him See You Blush

“People might not LIKE dragons, but there are plenty of things we’re capable of that others aren’t. Size alone opens doors. Strength too. Endurance.” He explains. Make glances at me briefly, gauging my reaction, then continues,

“So i work for some of it. That can pay very well if you take the right jobs. Some of it is gifted, my parents usually acquire at least one item a year for my birthday. And… Some dragons, just… Take things.” He pauses. There’s no judgement in his voice. Just a statement of fact. That tracks, sorochos.

“But I try not to…” He continues, after a beat.

“Mostly because it makes it harder to get decent work.” He reasons. I stare at him for a second. It doesn’t escape my notice that his reason for doing the right thing is practical rather than moral.

“Oh… Okay. I suppose it’s a good thing that it’s all legal then.” I say slowly. Then I smile, lighthearted. Blake shrugs.

“Mostly.” He responds. I freeze.

“MOSTLY?” I repeat, eyebrow climbing.

“Yep. Mostly.” He says again, entirely unbothered. And then… Nothing. No elaboration. No explanation. He just goes back to eating like he didn’t just casually imply a whole host of questionable activities. I hesitate, then decide to press just once more.

“These aren’t stolen or something, are they?” I ask, gesturing between the bracelet and necklace I’m wearing.

“Because if they are, I would really like to know before I accidentally become an accessory to a crime.” I say, my tone teasing but a hint of seriousness creeping in. Blake finally looks genuinely affronted.

“No. Those are completely legal. Traded to me in exchange for a job that basically came down to moving some very heavy rocks.” He says firmly. I exhale, tension slipping out of my shoulders.

“Well. Alright then.” I say, nodding. He smiles, small, genuine, and oddly reassuring.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of getting you into trouble like that.” He adds. I grin back at him.

“Glad to hear it.” I answer. Even as part of me quietly notes that he didn’t say he never gets into trouble, just that he won’t drag me into it.

Blake walks me to my first class, Potions again. I’m starting to realise I actually like that my basic schedule barely changes day to day. There’s something comforting about it. Predictable. Like the Academy knows my brain would short–circuit if it threw too many surprises at me at once. I guess the schedule only shifts when something important comes up. We only just make it this time. Breakfast ran late, and the walk somehow felt shorter than usual, probably because we were too busy talking to notice the distance. I stop just outside the classroom door and glance back at Blake pointedly.

“You should really go.” I say, trying to sound stern and failing completely.

“You are definitely going to be late for class. And it’s the class you actually like too.” I point out. Blake doesn’t even look remotely concerned. He just rolls his eyes, slow and dramatic.