The Dock Diaries

The Uncovering.

The lights sprinkled through the city of Oxford were dim as the day began to fade into night creating swirls of pinks and oranges to decorate the sky and stars sat there shining down watching from above. The streets remained busy as the presence of winter was felt due to the chilling air and the darkened days. On a quite and peaceful street was located a book store, painted in dark chocolate brown with windows that glowed with warmth as books were piled to the ceiling and mazes created by love stories, classics and murder mysteries. The door crinkled open as a heavily clothed girl appeared stepping outside and taking a deep breath. Her eyes were as dark as her black wavy hair which framed hair face and curled down to her chest.Her lips plump and pink. Her cheeks pale and cold. A knitted beanie, knitted scarf, knitted mittens and a khaki military styled coat protected her from the frosting weather. Her legs coated with thin black skinny jeans which were tucked into her black thick military boots. A simple rucksack hung on the girl's shoulder. She began her journey by taking a few steps forward and suddenly dashing back into the store.

Scarlett's POV.

"Shit, sorry Jeffery. I left my books on the desk, did you see them?"

"Scarlet, if I have I would have said. Sorry." He replied bluntly implying he was more interested being buried behind a wall of books, rattling through his newspaper searching for an article worth his time. Jeffrey was a lean, high reaching young man with large metal framed glasses, dark messy brown hair with curled down to his left eye. Illuminating blue eyes which reflected innocence and purity. His jaw was broad and appeared to be carved, his lips always pressed into a line showing a lack of interest and his opinionated personality which was suppressed by his 'If you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all' traits.

"Urgh." I groaned and began to rummage through the piles of books occupying the store.

"Try over there?" Jeffrey said stood up pointing to a mountain in one corner, peering over his newspaper and the wall of books shielding him from my view, his lips curved into a soft smile.

I jumped in and began throwing each book over my head scanning their titles. Of Mice and Men. How to Kill A Mockingbird. Oliver Twist. Confessions of an Opium-Eater. On and on until...

"Jeffrey, what's this?" I held up a rusting brown leather cover.

There was no response.

"Jeffrey!" I growled politely becoming aggravated.

"Hmmm?"

"What's this?" I threw it onto the desk knocking the fortress of books down, Jeffrey's dome collapsed but he managed to escape without a scratch- just more work to do.

"I have no idea, let me- Urgh, no title" Jeffrey grumbled meanwhile scanning the book for codes, names and titles but there was nothing.

"Only way to find out." I climbed out of the rubble of literature and leaned over the desk and began flicking the pages.

"Wait." Jeffrey jumped up out of his comfortable seat, he locked the door and closed the blinds. Blocking out the darkness from outside.

He turned up the gas on the gas lit fire, he was wearing skinny blue jeans, a knitted jumper and some vintage converse, he continued into the private part of the store, the space had a room, bathroom and storage.

"What are you doing?" I shouted.

I was ignored once again so began reading.

'Dear Diary...'

Suddenly Jeffrey reappeared in the doorway carrying a load of white doublets and pillows, he clears space in the middle of the store and throws the stuff down on the wooden floor and begins laying everything down, layering the duvets and throws the pillows on top. It resembles a large king sized bed but softer.

"What's this?" I asked confused glaring down at him now laying there tapping on the left signaling me to jump on.

"Well, it's too late for you to go home...and not safe. Instead you can sleep here and finish whatever that is. So jump in and bring the book."

"I don't think I should. We're not allowed to do this."

"We've worked here together for years, it's not a problem plus I'll even throw in some hot chocolate and cookies. Eh?"

"True, it is dark and cold outside. I can't pass up good hot chocolate!" I said

"Undress and hop in!" Jeffrey demanded.

"What? I think I heard wrong." My initial thoughts were confirmed when Jeffrey began pulling off shoes and his jumper. His back muscles rippled as he lifted the knitwear over his shoulders and threw onto the ground. I uncontrollably bit my lip. He sighed and laid down and crossed his arms under his head. His eye piercing mine.

"You heard right." He said smirking, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So...Oh god, can't believe I'm doing this." I began unbuttoning my coat and threw off my beanie. Layer after layer of clothing disappeared until I was left in a simple black crop top, my black skinny's and socks.

"All of it." Jeffrey demanded.

"No way, you're insane if you think I -"

"Do it, or I will."

"Fine." I said suddenly feeling curiosity growing within me. I continued to peel my layers off until I was in a simple pair of black panties and a black laced bralette. My eyes never left his dark lustful blue eyes.

"Good, now you'll be more comfortable in this" Jeffrey climbed up and pressed he warm chest against mine. My heart beats echoing like thunder. He pulled the jumper over my eyes. And I suddenly felt the warm of the wool wrapping around my skin down to my thighs. Jeffrey's eyes met mine once again as he gave me the gift of sight.

Jeffrey's face parallel to mine as his lips were inches away from mine but instead he lowered them to my neck.

"See, you must feel more comfortable?"

His warm breath against my neck made me whimper.

"Yes, it's nice. Thank you." I choked sounding too awkwardly formal.

Jeffrey threw himself back onto the bed. I grabbed the book before launching myself next to him.

"Let's start. Read." Jeffrey nuzzles his head into my neck and looks down to the book.

I open the diary and begin to read out loud.