His touch is soothing, but still lights a fire within me…
Jasper’s hand is like a cool breeze in mine. His skin is much cooler than mine, but still has the feeling of being warm against mine. He opens the door of the bookstore for me and gives me a heart-stopping smile. I pause, half-way in the doorway, and step up to kiss him. He smiles against my lips and pulls away.
“What was that for?” he asks me softly, all the worry and fear from the car forgotten.
“Because this is my second favorite place. And I want to share it with you.” He nods and smiles again.
The dust motes dance lazily in the golden rays of sunlight. The smell of old pages and worn cloth spines fill my nose. This place looks magical. Which is hard to find in a world where everything humans wished was real is, making it
