“I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.”

“You give me things too," he said in a hushed voice as he bit off the”

“Why do you care?" His eyes looked casually over my shoulder, down the hallway then flicked back to me. "Are you jealous?" his left eyebrow rose sli”

“Joie," he said with his lips hovering over mine. "What?" I felt my heart flutter. "Shut up," he muttered and then he kissed me.”

“I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.”