Nothing Compares To You

She must be checking inventory today. That’s usually the only time I have a hard time finding her in this huge building. The break is actually welcome for once though, because it allowed my blood flow down there to slow and I believe I can stand without embarrassing myself now.

I didn’t get to the other two books I grabbed so it’s the perfect excuse to ring the bell and get her to meet me at the desk and check me out. Hell, even if I had read them I would still check them out as as an excuse to get close again. Man, I can’t wait to breathe in her scent again. She always smells like sweet cherry pie.

I slide my chair out from under the wooden table and it screeches on the floor. I pick my books up in one arm and push my chair back in with the other.

Can’t leave any extra work for her when she tends to the room after closing.

I make my way from the far corner and get about halfway across the room when I see her coming out of one of the isles. Her long slender frame moves majestically as her hips sway and carry her. A thick strand of hair falls across her eyes and I see her blow up at it to get it to move. She has her hands full with a levy of books also, and I quickly react.

I slam my pile down on the nearest table and run the other half of the room to meet her, “Here let me,” I reach to her and start to get the books.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she chuckles a little and it’s the first time I’ve heard such a thing directed at me.

“Oh yes I do,” I assure her.

How such a light and airy little thing could carry such a large pile of books is shocking.

“Well okay,” she moves in front of me and walks behind the checkout desk as I meet her at the front and set the books down.

“Whew,” I smirk, trying to make conversation, “that’s quite a pile.”

I grin like a school boy and look down at the spines to examine the titles, “Oh… Spindles,” I point at a thick book in the middle, “I love that one,” my voice raises in nervousness.

Her eyes narrow as she wrestles some papers around on the desk and peers up at me, “You like fictional romance?”

“Oh, I-, uh,” my hand slides through my hair nervously as I look around trying to think of something to say, “Well….” I open my mouth and then close it again, surrendering to my ideocracy, “No,” I sigh, “I don’t.”

I point over my shoulder as she continues to look at me unamused, “I’m just gonna go get,” I point again, “my books to check out.”

She nods and looks back down at the computer, readying it for the process. Still no more smile in sight.

That’s it. I’ve blown it now. What a dumbass.

“I like your book,” I mock myself under my breath as I walk across the room and gather the books I left there earlier, “Idiot,” I finish chastising myself.

“Excuse me?” she speaks up with an irritated tone from the behind me.

I grab the books, “huh? Oh, I didn’t say anything,” I lie.

I walk back to her and my body grows more tense the closer I get. My heart is beating harder now and I’m not sure why. It’s not like I got anywhere with the conversation. She’s showing the same disdain for me she always does.

Even irritated, the woman is a Goddess though. Her fingers move like lightning, typing on the keyboard and she grabs my first book and scans it.

Her eyes widen a bit as I fidget and stare at her.

Great so she thinks I’m a weirdo now too.

She scans the second book, “science geek huh?”

I nod and feel a smile rise again at the opportunity to talk to her, “yeah, always have been,” I slide my hands in my pockets.

She picks up the third monster sized book and scans it, “Hmm,” her cute voice rings.

“What is it?”

“I don’t think,” her words are slow, “that I’ve ever checked this book out before.”

“Really?” I feel my eyes light up.