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Chapter: 10
“A scent I’d want to be with all day.”
When Sonnet froze stiffly, Aiden let out a soft chuckle.
The light burst of laughter sounded unusually comforting.
Sonnet tried to figure out what the most natural reaction would be in this situation. She was supposed to play along with Aiden like a lover…
“Sonnet.”
Before she knew it, the smile had faded from his voice as he called her name. Why did hearing him say it make her heart pound like this?
When Sonnet remained still, Aiden wrapped both arms around her waist. His body pressed against her back, and his firm, vein-lined arms enveloped her slender frame in an instant.
Seeing her stiff as stone, Aiden leaned close and whispered playfully in a soft voice near her ear.
“Does it still feel like a dream?”
At the breath-laced whisper, Sonnet’s abdomen tensed strangely.
Aiden must not grow suspicious any further—and since it had come to this, she absolutely had to take first place.
Like someone who had confessed first, Sonnet gathered her courage.
She turned around first to meet Aiden’s eyes. At the same time, she boldly pressed her lips against his.
With a soft smack, their lips parted, and Aiden looked uncharacteristically flustered.
I knew it. He’s just pretending to like me so he can get something out of—
Sonnet couldn’t finish the thought.
Aiden lowered his upper body, his urgent breath brushing her as his soft lips met hers again.
With one hand, he drew the back of Sonnet’s head closer as he naturally captured her lips.
She could feel his hurried breathing—and the pressure of his bite on her lips.
The moment Sonnet parted her lips slightly at the ticklish brush of his tongue, his tongue slid in roughly.
The sensation of their tongues touching was very strange. She had never experienced anything like it.
Soft, moist, and yielding—it felt like even her thoughts were melting.
Compared to Sonnet’s earlier peck, which now felt like childish play, Aiden’s kiss was skillful and deep.
Slowly brushing their tongues together, Aiden briefly parted his lips before tilting his head and deepening the kiss further.
Sonnet’s hands wandered, unsure where to rest.
As Aiden kissed her desperately without letting her go, Sonnet unconsciously grabbed his shoulder.
The solid, masculine feel made her emotions grow even more complicated.
His warmth wrapped around her whole body, his tongue moving slowly yet deeply—and the strange tightening low in her abdomen.
Heat rushed up all at once.
Aiden’s hand naturally slid down, gently stroking Sonnet’s waist.
As he tilted his head, their lips pressed together wetly, and when his hand brushed her thigh, a peculiar feeling rose from deep in her stomach.
Their breaths mixed hotly.
Just as Sonnet’s breathing grew increasingly strained, Aiden slowly pulled his lips away.
The heat, thick and concentrated, lingered between them.
Sonnet’s chest heaved rapidly. Aiden watched her lips for a moment before slowly stepping back.
His gaze had deepened considerably. Unlike his earlier lightly smiling face, he now looked calm and distinctly masculine—enough to draw the eye.
Staring intently at Sonnet, Aiden said,
“You don’t have a lecture next period, right?”
Still dazed, Sonnet nodded.
“Then let’s go to my room.”
Aiden stood up.
When Sonnet didn’t rise, Aiden held out his hand.
Sonnet stared at his long fingers and broad palm, then suddenly widened her eyes and stood.
“I have overdue assignments.”
“I’ll look over them for you.”
“No. You must be tired after the Madu match, so get some rest. I’m going to finish the assignment and rest too.”
Sonnet hurriedly gathered her bag.
Aiden watched her briefly, then picked up her bag instead.
When Sonnet tried to take it back, Aiden casually lifted his arm.
“I’ll walk you.”
With no other choice, Sonnet walked alongside him. He was definitely tall, and the height difference between them was quite noticeable.
Rather than feeling intimidated by her short height, Sonnet felt strangely reassured and supported.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, her brows furrowed. Just because they had kissed once, it felt like she was already giving her heart away.
What am I even thinking?
Sonnet stopped dwelling on Aiden and kept walking.
Even so, she kept feeling eyes on them. People glanced over or stared outright.
The girls, especially, looked their way—not with unpleasant glares but with something like envy.
Well, plenty of girls had shown interest in Aiden before. He never dated anyone, yet the moment Sonnet confessed, he agreed as if he had been waiting.
“Aiden.”
Aiden immediately looked down at her. His gaze burned with a heat like summer sunlight.
“Since when did you start liking me?”
If Aiden had ulterior motives, he would dodge the question. His feelings for her would be a lie.
But Aiden answered without hesitation.
“Since the time you fought someone else.”
That happened often enough that Sonnet asked again,
“When was that?”
“The day it rained. In front of the library.”
Aiden’s answer was quite specific. In contrast, Sonnet couldn’t remember well.
When she didn’t respond, Aiden gave a light laugh and continued walking.
Was Aiden watching me too?
While Sonnet was lost in confusion, a gentle breeze passed between them.
It was a sunlit street dotted with patches of tree shade.
With every step, Aiden’s solid arm brushed hers, and each time, instead of feeling bothered by the heat, she felt her heart sink deeper somehow.
Sonnet couldn’t understand this feeling. This definitely wasn’t how she had planned things.
Even when she confessed to Aiden, she hadn’t expected the situation to unfold like this—so why…
Why does it feel like I’m getting pulled in?
As Sonnet walked absentmindedly, Aiden suddenly stopped.
Only then did she come back to her senses and look around. They were already in front of the women’s dormitory.
Aiden held out her bag.
Sonnet hurriedly took it and turned around. Just then, a low voice called from behind.
“Sonnet.”
When she turned back, Aiden was already right in front of her, looking at her with clear anticipation.
For now, she supposed she had to act like a lover.
Rising onto her toes, Sonnet pressed her lips to Aiden’s cheek. The moment she pulled away, Aiden smiled brightly.
“See you tomorrow.”
Sonnet nodded and quickly headed into the women’s dorm.
She hurried up the stairs, opened her door, and stood by the window.
As if he already knew where she was, Aiden was looking up at the dormitory window.
When their eyes met, he waved.
Startled, Sonnet raised her hand and waved back.
With a soft grin, Aiden turned and walked down the path.
A sigh escaped Sonnet without her realizing.
Am I bewitched?
When she made that cursed confession to Aiden, this wasn’t what she intended. This wasn’t it at all.
Leaving her turbulent feelings alone, Sonnet stood there for a long time, just watching Aiden’s retreating figure.
Until he disappeared. Until this feeling would calm down.
But the feeling didn’t subside—it only seemed to float higher and higher.
Staring blankly at the shaded road, Sonnet finally opened her book weakly. After all, the assignment wasn’t a lie.
But instead of focusing on the words, she could only think of Aiden’s face.
Especially the way he looked at her with desire, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in.
Sonnet’s face flushed bright red. She hurriedly snapped the book shut.
This was the first time.
The first time she had closed a book because of feelings like this.
Damn Aiden.
She really had been bewitched. There was no other explanation.
The next day, Sonnet woke feeling extremely tired.
She had finished her assignment last night, but she kept thinking of Aiden and stayed up much longer than expected—and even after closing her eyes, the memory of his lips kept her from sleeping well.
As she tidied her bedding, Sonnet made a weak resolution.
I won’t let Aiden shake me anymore.
If anyone was going to be swayed, it should be Aiden. After all this trouble, she needed to get something out of it.
From now on, she would suggest they study together, find out what kind of notebook he used and what notes he took—and thoroughly dissect his entire study process.
