Insatiable Little Me

Unexpected

Alrighty Lovelies, let's rock the fuck out out this story together shall we?

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The pages felt coarse under my fingertips, coaxing me to turn them before I had finished my reading. The scent of the older books filled my nose, I hummed appreciatively; closing my eyes to radiate the energy of the library.

There's nothing better than this.

The world melts away as I sit in my chair, reading away without a care in the universe. I was here enjoying my thriller novel, what else was there to be worried about?

"Miss, you dropped this."

Not connecting to my senses, I brushed off the noisy person. Tap. Tap. I felt my face go red from frustration.

I just want to read in peace. Go away. I look over at the man hovering above me, dark blonde hair, messy and thick. I trail my eyes to meet his, they are green. No, that's not correct, they were green and blue. It was perfect, like a painting-

"Miss, can you just take this? The look on your face is making me nervous," the man spoke, his voice was like a saxophone. Rich and intoxicating. 

Dangerous. I thought with a feeling my face was contorting to a sickly-sweet smile. I look down to his hand, which seemed to be stretched to me for a while.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir, I must have been off in my own world," I take the bracelet that must have slipped off my wrist without me realizing. "I know I must have seemed like an ass." I add, giggling along with the handsome stranger.

"No, my dear, it was quite the sight to see you immersed into your book," he said, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. "I'm Kota, now I don't mind you calling me 'Sir', but it's impolite to not ask for a pretty girls name."

I tilt my head to the side, my earrings makings white noise as I move. Kota seemed to be well kept, fit from what I could tell and an easy flirt. 

Dangerous, no doubt. I hum at the view and extend my hand for Kota to take in his. I met his eyes and bow my head ever so slightly.

"Davina," I feel a wave of intensity wash over my body as Kota took my hand. My body shook in repulsion to the foreign feeling. "Are you here to read, Mr. Kota? Or just here to hover over me?" My eyes flick to my hand, he hasn't let go, rather his eye flicker with an idea. He dips his head down low to kiss the knuckles of my hand.

I tug my hand away lightly to not be rude, nodding my head to the chair. Kota has a smirk spreading across his face and looks off to the distance. I return my eyes to my book, continuing to read.

"How long have you lived in New York?" Kota's said, out of the corner of my eye I see he's looking at his hands. He is intensely staring at his tattoos that cover the back of his hand, rubbing over the same spot.

"Just a couple years, I moved here to get away from the comfort of my hometown," I looked over to Kota, his eye wide from my answer. He chuckled, looking me up and down, I shifted in my chair to face him. "I'm sorry, what's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, darling, you just came to the heart of New York because what? You wanted to feel alive?" Kota stared at me with a light-hearted smile, I felt my face flush with a heat. I could only imagine how red my face was.

I guess it is a little silly, but not many people understand the need for excitement here in New York. I sighed and closed my book; I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

"I love feeling the rush of adrenaline when I experience excitement," I open my eyes and smile softly. There was no better feeling in this world than that rush of butterflies you get when you do something crazy. Moving away from home, meeting a stranger, reading books that would give a child a nightmare.

"Oh, so we have an adrenaline seeker then. Do you want to do something crazy tonight then?" Kota stands up and flashes a smile that could melt a cynics heart. White teeth that aligned perfectly together with his smile.

"Hm, I would say yes, but you haven't convinced me well enough," I looked down, standing from the chair. I walked to the bookshelf I retrieved the book from. When I turn around there was Kota, so close I could feel his breath on my head.

"Just out for drinks and maybe dancing, shame such a nice outfit to be just seen in a library." The famous last words leave my mouth before I could escape the closeness.

"Hell yeah, you, sir, just came across one hell of a party."