Chapter 64 64- Do Not Sit On The Gold Unless You Want Coin–Shaped Bruises
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The change in Blake is immediate. His eyes widen just a little, and whatever tension had been holding him upright drains away. He takes about five steps back in quick succession, then sits heavily on the edge of my bed like he’s just realised he’s misstepped badly. I can’t help smiling at how fast he backed
down.
“Thanks.” I say.
“It’s easy to forget…” He starts, then stops, frowning slightly.
“You’re not usually scared of me. I shouldn’t have-” He cuts himself off, then exhales.
“I was just… Concerned.” He admits. The distress in his voice makes my chest tighten. Okay. Now I feel bad. I should have given some kind of disclaimer earlier. From his perspective, this probably looks like I’ve dragged him all the way here just to end things. I go sit beside him on the bed, deliberately
closing the distance again.
“I really intended for this to be a lot more low–key and relaxed.” I tell him.
“My plan was to play it cool and subtly work this conversation into our movie night.” I add. He gives me a half smile.
“We learned yesterday that you have a terrible poker face.” He says dryly.
“Apparently…” I grumble. Then I sigh.
“Okay. Since this conversation clearly isn’t going anywhere until I spit it out…” I hesitate, then push through.
“I guess I just thought we were due for some kind of conversation. About… What our relationship actually is?” I say, my voice raising into a questioning tone. Smooth. So smooth. Blake relaxes slightly, shoulders lowering as some of the tension bleeds away.
“Are you unhappy with it?” He asks. I shake my head no.
“Do you want me to back off? To stop kissing you?” He continues carefully. I shake my head no again.
“Then… What do you want?” He studies my face.
“I want…” I trail off, searching for the right phrasing.
“A word. For what I might call it?” I ask. He raises an eyebrow, bemused.
“What kind of word?” He questions. I sigh, frustration bubbling up.
“I want to know if we’re dating. Should I call you my boyfriend? I just want a little clarification here.” I tell him. Blake settles beside me and carefully loops an arm over my shoulder, tipping me against his side like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“I don’t mind. Call me whatever you like. As long as I can call you mine.” He says easily. Oh. Well that’s… Definitely an answer. But also not an answer.
“That’s really sweet…” I say slowly.
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“And also incredibly unhelpful.” I add as I glance up at him.
“The point of this super awkward conversation is that I am mildly stressed by how undefined this relationship is, and I want to know where it’s at for you, and make sure we’re on the same page. Can you please help me with that?” I say clearly. Blake pulls back a little and turns me so I’m facing him fully.
“You are by far my favourite person.” He says bluntly.
“I want to keep you close. I want to be special to you. If you want to call me your boyfriend or partner or whatever word you like, then I would be more than satisfied.” He says sincerely and his gaze sharpens.
“As I said, I just want to be able to call you mine.” He finishes. I am absolutely flaming red at this point.
“Right… Okay then. So… We’re… Like… A couple then?” I manage. He gives me a smug smile.
“Yes.” He says.
“O–okay then. So… That’s… A thing. Great.” I reply, my voice pitching just a bit too high. I sit there for a second, heart racing, trying to adjust to the fact
that I got exactly what I wanteda, nd it somehow doesn’t quite feel real yet.
“So… Time for a sappy rom–com?” I ask awkwardly, more than ready to change the subject. I got what I wanted. Time to quit while I’m ahead. Blake smiles,
the tension from earlier finally easing out of his posture.
“Sure. I did lose the bet.” His eyes flick to mine, something playful glinting there.
“I wouldn’t say no if you did decide to cuddle up with me anyway, though.” He adds. Then he winks. I blush instantly, heat rushing to my face, and scramble
for something productive to do.
“Kick your shoes off and get comfortable so we can sit and enjoy the movie.” I say quickly, already reaching for my laptop. Blake just shrugs and kicks off his shoes, utterly unbothered. He lies back on my bed, relaxed against the pillows like he belongs there, one arm resting loosely at his side. The casual confidence of it makes my stomach flip. I fight the urge to blush as I crawl in beside him and set up the movie, carefully not thinking too hard about how natural this feels. I curl my legs up beside me and that’s when I notice it, a faint bruise on my calf. Probably from when I got tipped out of bed the other
day.
“Ooh. Before we start, mind if I have another attempt at healing magic?” I say, tilting my leg slightly to get a better look, Blake nods easily.
“Go for it. I bet I have a bruise somewhere too if you want more practice.” He comments. I shake my head immediately.
“No way. I barely know what I’m doing. I’m not risking messing with you.” I answer firmly. He rolls his eyes but doesn’t push it. I close my eyes and take my time, deliberately slowing my breathing. I work through it step by step, carefully relaxing each part of me, starting at my shoulders and moving downward until I start to feel that familiar prickling again. It comes more easily this time. I’m calmer. More confident. The room is quiet, warm, safe. Plus I no longer have that nagging worry about what my relationship with Blake actually is. The prickling shifts into that soft hum of magic. I open my eyes carefully, making sure not to lose the feeling, and place my hand over the bruise on my leg. I focus on each step of healing a bruise, making sure to include returning the blood to where it belongs this time. I go slowly, deliberately, making sure I don’t rush or skip anything. When I’m confident I’ve done everything properly, I let the magic go, but I don’t move my hand from my leg.
“Is it weird that I’m nervous?” I ask quietly. Blake smiles at me.
“No. But it’s unnecessary.” He says. Then he reaches out and takes my hand, gently pulling it away from my leg and placing it on his instead, his hand settling comfortably over mine. The contact is grounding, reassuring. I let my eyes drop to my call. There’s nothing there. No bruise. No mark. Nothing.
“I did it!” I squeal, excitement bubbling over before I can stop it. The words barely leave my mouth before I’m moving, all that pent–up relief and pride and happiness spilling out at once. I basically throw myself at Blake, kissing him without thinking, momentum carrying me forward as my hands find his
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shoulders and I press close. For half a second, it’s messy and impulsive, more enthusiasm than coordination, but Blake doesn’t hesitate. He kisses me back just as eagerly, adjusting instantly, one arm sliding firmly around my waist to keep me steady as he pulls me in. There’s no surprise this time, no careful testing. Just familiarity. Comfort. Want. The kiss deepens naturally, unhurried and warm. It’s not rushed or frantic; it’s happy. Smiles brushing between kisses, soft laughter breathed against my mouth as I settle against him properly. I can feel him smiling too, like he’s enjoying this just as much as I am, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. His grip tightens slightly, protective without being possessive, and I melt into it without thinking. This feels easy. Safe. Like we’ve crossed some invisible line where we no longer have to wonder whether we’re allowed to want this. When I finally pull back, breathless and grinning, he doesn’t let go. His arm stays snug around me, thumb tracing a small, absent motion at my side, like the contact is simply… Assumed now.
“So… Movie?” He says lightly, eyes warm, voice relaxed. And somehow, the fact that he can say it like that, casual, content, completely unbothered, makes my chest feel even lighter. I smile, heart racing, and without moving from his lap, I reach for my laptop and hit play. Well… Maybe we both won that bet
after all.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
