A Collection of Short Romance Stories

Reunited

First I took a quick look around, breath in the smell of books. This is where she said she'd be.

I weave my way through the bookcases, looking for her. I run my fingers along some old, weathered spines and remember her telling me that she loves old books like this. That there's so much to be found within them.

I make my way back to the middle of the library again. I look at all the empty desks, and the ones with only one person at them.

She has to be here, she just has to.

I walk behind the elevator. There is another section.

I see her then. Sitting at the one table, face hidden behind a book, chair tilted back a little, her hair falling down her back in waves.

I quietly make my way behind her and tap her shoulder. She starts and looks up, a little bit dazed, just awoken from her book.

She looks behind her and she sees me. She cries out with joy and falls over her chair, trying to hug me. I catch her then push my hand through her hair and wrap my other arm around her waist, bringing her close.

Our lips touch once, and then again, and again. I trail my fingers down her smooth arm, cupping her face in my hand. We detach and she looks up at me, beaming.

Reunited.