Klara
The storm outside finally broke the power grid. With a violent, metallic crunch from a transformer down the street, the library’s fluorescent lights flickered once, twice, and then died completely.
Total darkness swallowed the space between the high fiction stacks.
The only illumination came from the floor-to-ceiling windows across the room, casting a dim, ghostly blue glow that barely penetrated our secluded corner. The sudden silence of the building was deafening, save for the rhythmic, aggressive drumming of the torrential rain against the roof.
My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't see Ryan’s face, but I could feel him. The heavy, predatory heat of his body was just inches away, and beneath the table, his large hand was still resting on my thigh. He didn't move. He didn't
