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“Of course, no problem,” Melinda purred, having no intentions of stopping. Oliver’s hair was soft and that look in his eyes made it feel even better as it slipped through her fingers. “I’ll just sell the shop and settle down as Personal Hair Stroker. It’d be a very select and elite clientele, comprising of one Mr. Oliver Wood, and nobody else.” Her purr turned into a content giggle as he cuddled her and a soft hum when he kissed her. By Rowena, she was addicted to this man and she didn’t care in the least.

She did know that he had feelings for her – after all, he’d said so himself – but to hear it like this had her take an extra deep breath to make up for the pleasant churning of her stomach. “Spoken like a true, competitive player,” she smirked and closed her eyes as he kissed her. “Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere,” she assured him, and though it felt a little lonely the moment his body wasn’t touching hers, the sight that greeted her almost made up for that loss. Appreciatively Melinda let her eyes take in the glory that was Oliver’s body, rolling in the bed until she could watch him from the small loft his bed was on.

Once Oliver was out of sight, she made good use of her wand and cleaned herself up with a couple of Charms, before she laid back down again. Maybe she wasn’t falling for him, her mind ever so helpfully supplied; hadn’t she already? Now that she thought about it, there was a very high probability that she had fallen for him when he had summoned his broom to ensure that she had at least a little romance on her birthday. That thought had her smiling. There had been plenty of romance in her life, but nothing to this level, even if it had only been a couple of heated kisses. No, now that she thought about it, Melinda already had fallen for this wonderful man, she had fallen hard, and surprisingly enough that didn’t scare her; it comforted her.

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