Darkly and Eternally Yours

Chapter 6

Adrian pulled over in front of the oh-so-familiar red-bricked building, "We're going to the library?" I asked. He smirked, "Yup."

I was confused, I had told him all about my love for books and he brought me to the only library in this town that I've been in a million times before? "I'm not dumb, trust me." He said, like he knew what I was thinking. He got out and opened the car door for me.

We walked up the stairs to the entrance of the huge building, I noticed Adrian looking a bit distracted, he kept on tugging his hair, "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah I'm fine." He smiled, holding my hand as we walked over to the information desk outside the library. There was an African-American middle aged lady on the desk, looking very formal, "Ah, Mr. Blackwood, looking very fine I must say, how was your evening sir?" She asked.

"It was great, thank you, Simmy, how was yours?" Adrian asked politely. "It's nice, now that you've stumbled upon." She said batting her eyelashes at him. Seriously? "Alright, this is... Kiara Winters, Kiara this is Simmy she works here." He introduced, and I smiled at her as she flashed me a smile of pretense. "Funny I've never seen you here before, considering I used to practically live here." I said. "I work the late night shifts, twice a week." She replied.

"Could you lead us upstairs?" Adrian asked as amiably as he could. "Why yes, of course." She handed us cards to wear around our necks, "We're going upstairs?" I asked, shocked. "I know you've been downstairs obviously, I wanted to take you to the one upstairs." He said. "But that's not open for public display, only higher ranked people have access to that library." I said, my eyebrows shooting up. "And we are going in there." He smiled, and I smiled back at him excitedly. We are going upstairs! To that one library I've constantly wondered about, there were countless books in there, higher quality, first editions, books you couldn't even find anywhere else in the country.

I beamed as we followed Simmy to the elevator that I've seen well-dressed people go in and envied them. And now I was in here, because of Adrian. My hand found his and I squeezed it, letting him know how heartwarming this was for me. Adrian chuckled at my enthusiasm and the stupid grin that was plastered in my face.

Reaching the floor, we walked out of the elevator, as Simmy led us to a large shiny, oak wood door, She opened the lock with her keys and handed it to Adrian. I opened the door and walked in first and I've never seen a place more mythical, it was visionary, exactly the way I imagined it would be, only better. There were books everywhere, from floor to ceiling, giant shelves, vintage ladders, plush couches and tables. This was like my own portrayal of heaven. I walked further, drinking it all in, the classic musty smell of books, my heart craved to explore, my hands traced the books in the shelves, there was Whitman, Stephen King, Faulkner, Mark Twain, Edgar Allan Poe, every goddamn one. They weren't like the cheap copies I owned, or like the ones I borrowed from the library, they were hard cover and shiny. I faintly heard the door shut, my mind still looped in this bookish wonderland.

"We have plenty of time to stay and explore, we can stay here as long as we want and you can get any book you want." Adrian said making his way over to me. I was about to answer him but my eye abruptly stopped at Emily Dickinson's poem book. "Holy hell, this is a collection of every single poem she ever wrote." I exclaimed incredulously. "Yeah, she's a great poet." He said, wrapping his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder after placing a soft kiss on my neck. "You can have it if you want." He said. "I can just borrow it?" I asked.

"You can have it Kiara, you can own it." He said. "I can't buy it, it's too costly, I'm still wondering how I even got here." I said.

"I will buy it for you, any amount of books you want, you're not paying for anything." He said.

"I can't let you buy anything for me, God knows how much you had to pay to get us here." I said, putting Dickinson's book back to its place.

Adrian took it back, "You need to stop arguing with me about money, usually girls like boys buying things for them, you seem to like the reverse way, and I didn't need to pay to get in here, my father has connections with the owner. I can buy you any books, really, I want to." He insisted.

"Adrian is your father really rich? Why are you so adamant on spending money on me?" I asked facing him. "My father was rich, and I want to buy you books, I love how your entire face lights up when someone mentions anything about books, you look more beautiful when you're passionate about something. I want to keep that expression on your face all the time." He said, stroking my cheek.

I didn't know what to say, he had a way of saying things, that just... melted me. I gave him a kiss, to show him my gratitude for bringing me here, he responded back, hands sliding down my sides, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and softly biting it. I moaned as we explored more, fighting for dominance, as I finally let him win. We pulled away, breathless, I smiled wide, and pulled him with me, "Let's go explore!" I said, as energetic as a five year old. He laughed at my eagerness and we delved into the dreamland.

Adrian and I found many books, some that he found compelling and some that I found intriguing. We shared our opinions on the stories and the writers, we had identical taste, but differences too, he hated Shakespeare, whereas I loved Shakespeare, we spent a good few minutes , bickering back and forth about it, before he decided that he'd just 'let me think what I want'. He climbed over the ladders to get dusty books that I spotted and we kept all the books that we favored on a table nearby. There was no one in the library except for the two of us, we cherished the fact, happy that there was no one to break our bubble.

After a few hours, we were drained out of energy as we collapsed on a couch, surrounded by the books we had picked out this whole time. We leaned beside each other, our faces, so close to each other, we were practically drinking each other's breath, I don't know if it was the close proximity, or the exhaustion but we closed the gap between us, pulling each other even more impossibly closer. We kissed each other hungrily, he had a thin sheet of sweat on his back that I felt through the fabric from all the climbing. He pushed me down gently on the couch as he stayed on top of me. We continued our electrifying kisses as he brushed his left hand from the valley between my breasts stopping right on top of my pants.

He was toying with the button of my jeans, when I realized something. "Wait. There are cameras here ." He groaned into my skin. "It's fine, no one's watching this late at night." He said, as he continued peppering kisses on my skin. "How do you know that?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him. "I just do." He said, climbing back to my face and placing a kiss on my cheek. "You do not know that." I said, getting distracted by his hands snaking up towards my chest. "Well, if anyone's watching, there about to get a damn good show. " He smirked, before raising my top up revealing my skin.

Oh the magic this man's hands can do...