He's My Secret (edited-ish)

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I walked into the library ready for whatever happens. Whatever the future holds.

My thoughts were gone as the cold air from the air conditioner in the building took hold of my body and cleaned my thoughts.

I quickly wrote down my name, time, purpose and signature on a piece of paper on a clipboard before heading to an empty table which really wasn't hard to find.

I had looked around outside when I got off the bus and I hadn't seen Terrance's car but for some reason, I smelt his cologne in this Ac building which seemed to be circulating.

There were thousands if not millions of that same colon Terrance uses in the world and I knew that but it's like I didn't want to smell it on anyone but him and in a weird way nor did I expect to smell it on anyone else.

In no time I got comfortable with the smell and got into a study mode.

I was trying to revise everything I possibly could with extra information.

The next thing we will be looking at in literature class was poetry, maybe it would be spectacular if I got a few basic information before we started it. Who knows it might help me or should I say Terrance and I a lot with our current assignment.

It's been half a hour since I've been here and Terrance was yet to show.

I got up once more, looked around just in case he was in my eyes view before walking to the section I needed after not seeing him.

The astronomy and poetry sections seemed to be the biggest here especially poetry.

Unfortunately, it was also a very dusty section where no one seemed to really go. I guess poetry doesn't really work these days it's more of a charming or panty-dropping look not to mention a jaw-dropping smile and once again a nice, caring, understanding or outstanding personality, or for some women, it's all about the money, or even having a nice ride works more than poetry these days.

But I was more old school and couldn't help but wonder how Terrance would sound reading poetry with that English accent of his, now that would probably cause my head to spin.

The smell of air fresheners in this section was way stronger than the rest probably to hide the smell of old books.

"Poetry? interesting." Terrance said while I was looking for a book that gave information on poetry.

I looked up and watched as he walked down the section towards me.

"Tho art my love, but all I need is a touch to thy lips." He Said quietly almost sounding exactly as they did on television as he took one of my hands and twirled me like they do when dancing.

This caused me to giggle a bit at his playfulness. After twirling me he pulled me towards him now holding me around my waist to him.

I raised my hand and kissed two of my fingers, my index and middle finger then placed them on his lips.

"There my Good sir a touch of thy lips," I replied and the look he gave me caused me to almost lose my composer, it took everything I had not to explode in loud fits of laughter.

"This is why I was born in the twenty-first century and not in Romeo's days ." He stated before claiming my lips.

It was a greeting kiss, more like an I haven't seen you all day and I'm so happy to see you now kiss. At least that's what it felt like.

The kiss was short but appreciated and felt surprisingly natural.

He was in a shirt that was a little too tight and reminded me of that morning when I saw him exercising in front of his house.