Chapter 25: Delusional
Noelle leans in, his lips mere inches from mine, and I feel the heat of his breath against my skin. In a desperate attempt to maintain control, I cover his mouth and flip us onto the bed, my weight pinning him down. His skin is blazing hot beneath me, and he gazes up at me with an expression that's a mix of pleading and desire.
I fight to stay grounded, trying to resist the pull of his urgency. I meet his hazy, green eyes with a stern gaze. "My beloved star, look at me," I command, though my voice wavers with the effort to stay resolute. His eyes still plead, reflecting his internal struggle.
"...Noelle, please," I beg, the desperation clear in my voice. It's a last-ditch attempt to keep control as I'm teetering on the edge.
His eyes start to clear, confusion replacing the fog of desire. "...I think your heat has started. Do you have suppressant medicine?" I ask, trying to stay calm. He nods slowly, though his body squirms underneath me.
"Where are they?" I ask urgently, the tension in my voice rising. My eyes lock onto his, hoping he sees the urgency in them.
He hesitates for a moment before responding. "Left bottom, covered in green parchment," he says breathlessly. I see him glance at my lips, and I follow his gaze, feeling the magnetism between us. The invitation in his eyes is almost too much to bear.
Summoning every ounce of willpower, I manage to stand up and leave the room, my mind racing as I head to the kitchen. I find the jar he mentioned, and with trembling hands, I prepare the water and herb mixture. The sight of it brings a pang of familiarity—it's the same mixture Noelle drinks every morning.
Returning to the room, I brace myself for the scene I left behind. I sit on the edge of the bed, watching as Noelle takes the cup and downs it in one swift motion. His gaze is intense and filled with a raw need.