"Ah you just got to the best part," he closes it. He looks at where I last was and there's a gleam in his eyes as he looks at me. He snatches the book from me, my hands caught off guard as I play with my nails. "Hi Mila I'm Kalen Wren, I think will get on just fine." I put my hand timidly in his as he beams at me and we shake hands.
He bites his lip, his pearly whites showing as he sticks his big hand in front of me. My names Mila, what's yours?" I say putting a small shy smile on my face. He simply smiles like I just put two and two and he knows it. I did always have a thing for bad boys with tattoos." He crosses his legs, while his forearms expose the long expanse of tattoos peeking through and then hiding away. "That's mean, anyway how would you have known that if you hadn't read it yourself." I cross my arms over my chest as I look at him.
"I think you owe me a name if you don't want me to reveal your porn stash." He ignores me and continues to seat down across from me. He looks at me amusingly just how he had the first time I spoke to him asking for directions to the attendance office. I look towards the face of a familiar brunette. "Are you reading porn?" I yelp, grasping my heart and trying to conceal my red freaking face. I'm on chapter 13 of when Misha sneaks into Ryens room without her knowing when a voice makes me freeze. Jonah hasn't mentioned anything regarding it, but I feel the miscreants in my stomach betray me when the thought of him reading leaves a knotting sensation inside me, like I'm being squeezed inside out. I'm currently still reading Punk 57, I don't know much about boys but Misha Lare makes me want to, desperately. I walk towards a table centered on the far right by a window, I moan in relief when my backpack hits the seat, I love books with all my heart but I'd give anything not to have to carry them.
Just the simple fact of being surrounded by them makes me feel like the world isn't full of villains and distraught heroes. She's my favorite librarian, well she is the only librarian but something about her quells my heart.Īhh. I laugh quietly to myself, her eyes sending me a warning. Her blue eyes crinkled and bored as she waves me off before shushing me. Love your sweater by the way." She looks up tiredly as she yawns. Do your cheeks ever hurt from smiling too much? It's a real thing, but it hurts so good y'know?
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