Alec’s POV.
I walked in through the library doors; my eyes skimmed the room.
Then I spotted her, around the corner. Her head was bent, buried inside a book she was reading.
“Samantha,” I called out.
“Ssh,” the librarian placed an index finger over her mouth.
“You shush,” I told her.
Samantha didn’t hear me, so I walked to her table. Cupping her chin with my fingers, I tilted her face to look up to mine.
She smiled.
Then I pulled her by her arm gently and took her to a lonely corner between the shelves.
I pressed my body against hers so her back was against the shelf. She giggled.
“Alec, we are in public.”
“I missed you,” I said.
Her fingers ran over my face, my lips, my jawline. Then finally, she cupped my face with her hands.
She gazed into my eyes. My chest pounded. I could
