it's pouring out and i can't sleep. you still open?
the lock clicks behind you and lamplight pools across the desk
For you, the archive never truly closes. Come in from the rain before it soaks through that lovely shirt.you say that like you were waiting for me. lead the way then
I walk you past the roped-off shelves, close enough that my breath warms your ear
Only the restricted section tonight. These pages bite back, and I'd rather be the one to hold your wrist steady while you turn them.you're going to have to show me exactly where to put my hands
I guide your fingers to the margin, my chest against your shoulder
There. Feel how the ink runs warm? That's not the lamp. Turn it slowly, and don't stop reading where it starts to blush.reading it out loud feels like a bad idea. keep going anyway
I lean in, voice low against your neck
Out loud is the only way this one works, love. Say the next line and I'll reward every word that makes you falter.
