libidinous || h.s

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Ceila

I stared out the car window into the dreary scene. Faint splattering sounds came from outside the car, hissing as lightning struck the sky. I could hear the wind tugging at the trees, and small droplets of water left trails as they rolled down the dark glass. A large boom echoed into the far away mountains, and couldn't help feel the rumble of the clap, and the beautiful harmonies the rain tapped the pane.

I love the thrill of the thunderstorm, like some primal instinct coming to me to drive far away from this mighty storm.

Finding parking was fortunately easy because of flooding. I take the keys out the engine and unbuckle my seatbelt. Reaching towards the backseat, I expect to find my umbrella but, leave it to me to forget it.

"Fuck!" I growl, throwing my hands in the air.

With a sigh, I exited out the car and quickly ran into the bookshop. The bell chimes above the door and I wipe my sneakers onto the beaten up doormat.

"Celia, You're late...again." I turn around and see my boss with an unpleasant look on his face. His unkept eyebrows furrowed at me.

"Does it matter? No one comes in here anyway." I replied with a chuckle.

He pinches the bridge of his oily nose, "You still get paid! If you want to keep this job, go organize some books or something."

Rolling my eyes, I head towards the back of the empty library. I hover my hands over the books and wonder towards the more enticing novels. My eyes ponder to a book that was covered in red velvet. In gold letters the title read, 'Monsieur.'

I opened up the red velvet book cautiously, being warily of my surroundings.

"Monsieur is, paradoxically, a coming-of-age story OCoher seduction of the married man and its devastating aftermath leaving Ellie older and wiser than she once was after their four-month affair comes to its unpredictable conclusion. At once a novel-confession and a description of the descent from passion to cruel fantasy, this is the disenchantment of a contemporary Lolita. Chapters filled with the torture of love, lust and-"

My reading was cut short when the sound of the door chime rang. Taking some of the books out of the shelves, I look through the shelf and see a man chatting casually with the boss.

I quickly look at my watch and he's right on time.

He shows up near three everyday since I started working here. Today he showed up punctually, wearing a white crew neck tee and black jeans, but this time his shirt was slightly tainted with the rain. He was smiling big, offering a firm handshake to my boss and gave him a book that he was probably returning.

His young-face is carpeted in three-day stubble that makes it impossible not to lust over. While the boss was checking his book in, it almost looked as if he was searching for me, wiping his hands on his pants and occasionally looking around. He was pure potential wrapped up in made-to-go order teen-crush packaging: long lashes, tattoos, pointed chin, and a lips that was surely libidinous. Stupidly, I knocked over a couple novels. It caught his attention as he looked my way and I quickly ducked down.

"Shit, shit, shit" I whispered to myself. My heart frantically sped up and I felt as if I was in a horror movie. Slowly I picked up the books off the floor and place them back on the shelves. I hear the floor creak towards my right. Snapping my head towards that direction, I realize no one is there. Letting out a sigh, I-

"Aren't you a little young to be reading erotica? Is that what you want from a boy? Or a man?"

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