[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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- AMAYA'S POV -
"YOU ARE HERE earlier than me," I chuckle as I observe Elijah smirking before leaving Adams and I to have our conversation.
Adams sighs and puckers his lips in a smile, "I like to be early for important things,"
My entire face is plastered with a smile, which even baffles me.
"Do not just admire me, let's get to work," My throat begins to dry at Adams' comments and he turns away from me and laughs.
When he begins to go through the various bookshelves, I scoff and follow him, "I was not admiring you,"
He merely turns his head in my direction and smiles, "Sure, your eyes accidentally checked me out."
As I laugh at his ludicrous claims, I utter another scoff. I believe something seriously went through his head.
When he approaches a bookshelf and begins organizing the books that have fallen over it, I roll my eyes.
"Does it still hurt?" We are both facing the bookshelf at the back of the library when I ask the question while standing next to him.
Adams' face begins to frown until I point to the cut he received recently, "Oh, that." He chuckles.
"It does not hurt. It is starting to heal," He assures me, and I nod my head until I look back at him and notice his mouth beginning to grin.
"Concerned?" He asks in a tone that expresses mirth.
While removing a book from the bookshelf, I taunt back, "Me? Concerned? Not really, you can handle yourself."
I look at the books and realize that I have read them, just like most of the others in this bookstore.
Adams smiles as his eyes flit over the book in my hands, "Wuthering Heights, hm?"
He read the title, and I'm going to sarcastically congratulate him until he adds, "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same,"
I raise my head to look at him, a frown on my face, "You have read this?"
He nods, "I have a lot of free time,"
"That is why you voluntarily asked to help me out," Adams's eyes narrow a little, and I chuckle as I put the book back on the shelf.
"Nah. I asked you because I like being around you," He smiled, sounding so innocent in tone, but it felt that his words had a connotation that was everything but innocent.
