Draiocht
(n.) magic; enchantment.
Willow's POV
“You can open your eyes now,” he said, and I opened my eyes. I didn’t even realize that we were done kissing, he had the lips one could get lost in. And the eyes that shone with trouble he brings to the table. I looked around us and my mouth went wide looking at the mess we made.
“And now I'm covered in paint,” I stated, and he sighed before walking to the corner and taking my dress, all this while his eyes rested on me.
“You just have to take off that shirt so the bigger deal should be washing your hair,” he said as if getting paint out of your hair is as easy as spelling cake, I gasped looking at him. He was acting so chilled and normal like nothing happened few minutes ago.
Maybe because this is normal for him, he used to have fuck buddy you dummy.