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Chapter 60: A Night In The Garden With...(1)

Chapter 60: A Night In The Garden With...(1)

Steve walked with quiet intent, his steps steady as he followed the familiar corridors.

To his relief, the path was easier this time—though he took a few unexpected detours, it wasn’t long before he found himself downstairs.

From there, he stepped out of the lobby, glancing around, occasionally stopping to ask passing students for directions. They pointed the way kindly, although a few where utterly dumbfounded by the sight of him- a man in the academy.

Nevertheless, eventually, he found it.

The garden.

He stopped.

Even before stepping in, he saw it beyond the closed gate—bathed in soft shadows and moonlight, framed by a wall of blooms that swayed gently in the breeze. It was beautiful.

The sight stirred something in him.

A slight deja-vu feeling.

It reminded him of that day—the day he first met the Queen Witcher.

The room back then had been filled with flowers, drenched in beauty and quiet grace, much like the scene before him now.

It wasn’t exactly the same—the flowers were different, the atmosphere was touched by the calm of night—but the feeling... that soft, unforgettable feeling... was the same.

With a slow breath, Steve pushed open the gate and stepped inside.

Torches had been lit at intervals throughout the garden, their gentle flames casting golden glows along the stone paths.

Overhead, the moon hung like a watchful eye, its silver light mingling with the warmth of the torches, wrapping the garden in a hushed, dreamlike glow.

Steve walked deeper in.

His eyes moved from side to side, scanning every corner.

He wasn’t just looking for Tonya—though she was the reason he came—he was searching for anyone, any sign of movement in the quiet night.

But there was no one.

The garden was empty. Not a single soul lingered among the flowers or sat beneath the lantern-lit trees. Just silence. Just moonlight. Just him.

Still, he smiled to himself, a little mischievous curve playing at his lips.

’Good...if I find her, it’ll be just the two of us here.’

That didn’t stop him.

If Tonya had passed through here, he would find her—even if it meant wandering the garden until the stars faded and dawn crept in.

Maybe she had slipped through, using the garden as a quiet passage to go somewhere else, to make sure no one followed her.

That didn’t matter either.

Steve paused under a torchlight and whispered to himself, his eyes glinting with resolve.

"I’m going to find her. No matter what-"

Just as Steve began to think the search might stretch on, his eyes suddenly caught sight of her—Tonya.

She was seated alone on a bench, bathed in the flickering amber glow of a nearby torch.

The book in her hands was open, but her focus seemed to float between the words and the quiet night around her. She leaned back, relaxed, the soft curve of her body outlined beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Steve’s gaze drifted, drawn irresistibly to her—the way the dress clung to every contour, teasing the shape of her generous breasts.

The delicate fabric didn’t hide the way her nipples pressed firmly against it, boldly evident in the firelight.

He noticed, with a sudden sharp pulse, that she wore no undergarments. The thought sent a delicious warmth flooding through him.

Her plush curves were captivating, the swell of her hips and the gentle roundness of her ass pressed lightly against the bench, every subtle movement tempting his imagination.

A slow, sly smile spread across Steve’s face.

He glanced quickly over his shoulder, ensuring the garden was deserted—just the two of them in this secret, stolen moment.

With a quiet breath, he rose and stepped closer, each deliberate movement drawing him nearer to her, the anticipation twisting deliciously in his chest.

Steve took gentle, deliberate steps toward her, his footsteps softly echoing through the quiet garden.

Tonya paused her reading, her eyes flickering up to where the sound was coming from—and then they locked onto Steve.

He walked casually, a hint of confusion in his gaze.

In that moment, her cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

’Steve? What’s he doing here?’ She nearly closed the book as he drew closer. Rising slowly from the bench, she greeted him softly.

"Steve, how are you? It’s been a while."

Steve smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes.

’Hehe, I haven’t even started anything.’ he thought as he noticed her blush deepen.

"It’s only been a few hours." he said lightly.

Tonya chuckled awkwardly, scratching her head.

"Yeah, I know... but it feels longer somehow."

Steve’s gaze lingered on her—taking in the curve of her body before meeting her beautiful, shy smile.

"You don’t have to be that shy around me." he said gently, his voice warm.

"Not now, not ever. There’s no one else here—just us. You know we have each other. So there’s no reason to feel awkward."

He offered her a charming, loving smile, one that seemed to say everything without needing words.

She hesitated, cheeks still flushed.

"Um, yes... I don’t know." she murmured softly.

"But... what exactly are you doing here? It’s almost lights out—you shouldn’t be wandering around."

Steve took a slow, deliberate step closer, the warmth of his presence drawing nearer.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible, as her eyes flickered down to where his legs moved closer, then back up to meet his steady gaze.

’What is he doing?’ she wondered, heart quickening.

He closed the distance with ease, voice low and teasing.

"Well, you’re not supposed to be out here either."

She bit her lip, looking away briefly.

"I... I just needed somewhere quiet to read."

Steve’s smile deepened, eyes darkening with a mix of charm and something more intense.

"Is that so?"

Now just inches from her, his voice dropped to a near whisper.

"I just couldn’t stay away from you any longer."

His face leaned closer, the soft glow of torchlight dancing in his eyes.

Her cheeks, already burning, flamed hotter—an unexpected craving rising through her as his words settled between them like a secret promise.