Pages, paper, words, a cover, that's just the beginning of the book.
The words make you feel something, each page has a meaning, the cover is what you close and open every time you feel something special or need to screech or wheeze about something that just happened.
I think it's fun to read while listening to music, sometimes the book is at the happiest moment, and then the sad part hits then you have to take a moment to breathe and then change the playlist.
That's what I used to do, but now I share a headphone in a library with a guy I knew on the football team a few years ago back when I was in high school.
Now, I'm in a library a few blocks down from my apartment reading with his head on my shoulder, sharing music with him. I read faster than him so when I'm about to turn a page he puts his hand over mine. He stops me from turning the page so he can continue reading.
Once he's done he puts his hand back around my waist and waits for me to turn the page.
It became a routine, sometimes he'll sit behind me so he can rest his head on top of mine, but today he kissed me on the top of my head.
The next day, it was a kiss on the cheek.
That became the new routine, his daily kisses. It was two days before my birthday, but he didn't come to the library that day, so I read alone.
The next day he waited outside the library and gave me two kisses before giving me roses and leaving with a smile on his face and a blush on mine.
On my birthday there was a knock on my apartment door and there he was standing with a smirk, that turned into a smile.
He spent the day cooking food for me, and trying to convince me to let him move in. I couldn't help but give in when he mentioned he would cook every meal.
His cooking was amazing. That's the only reason why I agreed.
Maybe...
I didn't think that a simple meeting in a library would turn into slumber parties, late night baking, walking through the city hand in hand, roses on my birthday, and eventually he brought home a puppy.
I raised my eyebrows and he simply chuckled and kissed me on the cheek and handed me the wet pup. It had just snowed, and he knew I always wanted a dog. I just didn't expect him to actually get one.
I gave him a sigh and he shrugged his shoulders before picking me up while I was holding the pup and sunk into the couch and restarted the Christmas movie that we had already watched several times.
I gave him a raised eyebrow, he just smiled and kissed my forehead.
He's ridiculous.
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His Pov
Ridiculously in love.
