Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. ~Author Unknown~
I’m in the campus library, cramming for an upcoming Biology exam.
Flipping through the pages of my book, I glance up for a moment and notice that there are only a couple of students in here. I’m glad. Even though the library is never really loud, it gets super noisy when there are a bunch of students occupying the tables. Rustling papers, books snapping shut, and hushed whispers echo through the massive room when it’s crowded and I’ve been here for the last six hours because of that.
About two hours earlier every table was filled and I was having a hard time concentrating with all the added racket.
I glance down at my book again and the words are starting to blur, a bunch of black and white spots jumbled together.
Yeah, I think I’m going to call it a night.
I have one book to put away so I get up from the table and stalk toward the back of the room.
I locate the shelf I found it on and slide the book back into its spot. But the second I do a pair of hands grip my waist then slide down my thighs, shoving me into the stack of books. I place hands flat against a row of books and feel moist lips against my ear. “You know what they say about hooking up in the library,” a deep seductive voice murmurs.
Spinning around, I face Elliot who is now leaning over me, both of his hands placed above my head, a carnal gleam in his beautiful blue eyes. I smirk, staring up at him and my heart starts racing. “That you have a good chance of getting caught.”
He bites his lip and presses his body against mine, pinning me against the metal rack. “No.” He skims my cheek with his fingertips and I gasp. “That it’s hot.”
Months have passed since we rekindled our summer romance and I can’t get enough of him. I see him every day, but every day is not enough. I want to be with him 24/7. “Somebody missed me,” I say in a playful tone as Elliot lifts me up and snakes my legs around his back before pressing my back harder into the shelf of books.
“Always,” he whispers into my ear. Then he kisses me teasingly only slipping the tip of his tongue inside my mouth. No! This is torture. Just kiss me for real already. I want it so bad I can feel my lips pulsating in anticipation.
He gives me what I was and I run my fingers through his hair so lost in my love and desire for him to make love to me here in the library that I don’t even care if we get caught. Actually, there’s a thrill to it and as Elliot leaves a trail with his tongue from ear to my neck, not only can I feel the pleasure low in my stomach, but I can feel the adrenaline working its way through my veins.
Elliot exalts my senses, yet at the same time, binds them by blurring my vision, silencing the words on my lips, and numbing the buzzing in my head. He makes me forget about everything and sometimes it’s like we live in our own little world.
His lips are next to my ear again and he whispers, “You want to, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss. Oh, God do I want to.
“Hmm,” he moans against my lips. “You know I like to give you what you want.”
“Then do it already.”
A nanosecond later he wraps his lips around mine and pulls up my skirt. I throw my head back against the shelf, holding back a groan that’s wedged in my throat. Whenever I’m with Elliot I find that behind the good girl, there’s also a bad girl and I love it when she comes out to play.
After we leave the library, we walk hand in hand across the quad, both grinning and stealing glances back and forth.
Elliot makes me feel so many things; giddy, loved, and more than anything he makes me feel whole.
Elliot brings my hand to his lips, turns it up, and kisses my wrist. “What are you thinking about?”
It’s impossible for me to express everything I’m thinking and feeling at the moment so I just say, “You.”
Elliot smiles and my heart flutters at the sight of it. It’s amazing how the pull of his lips can stun me into oblivion. He pulls me close and whispers, “And I you. Always.”
Love is a journey, an insane, rocky journey that teaches you so much along the way.
Not only that, but it’s like a precious stone hidden beneath a mountain of rubble in darkened cavern. Something so rare and so beautiful it has to be cherished once you’ve found it.
I glance up at Elliot, a wide grin on his lips, a gleam in his gray blue eyes. He’s my precious stone. And I feel so lucky because I didn’t even need to dig too deep in the rubble to find him.
And I know one thing for sure…
I’ll love and cherish him forever.