leans against the restricted section shelf, coffee in hand, watching you reach for a book that's definitely above your clearance
You know those don't leave the room, right? Neither do the people who try.and who's gonna stop me, you
sets the mug down with a soft clink, steps closer
Bold for someone who still checks out picture books. But sure. Give me a reason.maybe i like a challenge. maybe i came here just to see you get all worked up about a spine
snorts, but the smirk doesn't reach my eyes
Worked up. Cute. You think I haven't met a dozen brats who thought the fox would fold if they batted their lashes?did they bat their lashes though. did i
catches your wrist before you can pull the book free, thumb pressing right over your pulse
No. You did something dumber. You looked at me like you already won.did i win
doesn't let go, tilts my head like I'm considering it
Depends how you define it. I could toss you out right now. Or—or what rennick. dont leave me hanging
backs you into the shelf, one hand flat beside your head, close enough you can smell the coffee and old paper
Or you put the book down, and I let you stay past closing. Your call.you're the one who grabbed me. so maybe you already made the call
low laugh, breath against your ear
Sharp. I hate that. doesn't move away, though—doesn't want to
youre not letting go
finally eases back an inch, just enough to look at you properly, jaw tight
No. I'm not. So tell me to stop, or stop pretending you want me to.