Memory 50
I grabbed a mug of tea and shot out of the staff office. The library was getting refurbished and being converted into something more technology friendly. A world of tap and swipe without the gentle and musty smell of books. I was excited though. Information was a thrilling thing and I won't lie, I could get off on it. Someone grabbed my waist. Those arms and that smell I sunk into it.
"We're not teenagers," you said.
"I know," I answered.
'Thank you.' That remained unsaid. Like teenagers hiding away from responsibility with your arms around mine. I think I am damn lucky.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
