~LIBRARY SEX~

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and polished wood, a familiar comfort that usually soothed my nerves.

But today, it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me.

I stood by the tall shelves, my fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound volumes, trying to focus on anything but the way my heart hammered against my ribs.

He was here, just a few feet away, his presence a magnetic force pulling me closer with every passing second.

I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of him through the rows of books. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his...