I grabbed his hand, and ran into the stale-lit library. I could not really call it a library. A small room with five shelves half filled with books strayed across. Foundation. The light worked by a motion sensor, so I pulled him to the last corridor of shelves at the end of the deserted place, pushed him against the wall, and stood still, our faces centimetres away. Excitations. Our eyes locked, his filled with excitement of mystery. And suddenly, gone. Everything went black. Fulfilled anticipation. I reached out for his hand, and felt the cool embrace of his fingers entwining in mine. I placed my other hand on his stubbled cheeks, my face even closer to his now. Flooded infatuation. I could feel his heavy breathing, and unconsciously mimicked it myself. Sultry imitations. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his, and pulled my face away. Temptations. He placed his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. Tingling sensations. He moved one hand up to my neck and placed his mouth on the other side of it, waking up every nerve in my body, which shivered with satisfaction. Sensual relations. I could not hold it in any longer, the tension broke. I jerked his face up and gently smashed my lips against his. Fiery explosions.
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