Write Me A Love Story

Chapter Five:

"Sorry plot bunnies, plot fairies know what they're doing."

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Reece swiftly moved around the library's front counter, sliding his hand along the wooden top of it. His enthusiasm made me smile. And when he looked back at me with his handsome toothy grin and a wink, I felt my cheeks burn.

He cupped one hand over his mouth as he stepped out into the library's space, motioning me to follow him with the other. To the counter in the back, he called out, "Hey Dolores, I'm going upstairs with the desks. Can you watch the front for me?"

An older woman peeked her head over a desktop computer. She adjusted her red frame glasses, lifted her brows, and scanned the space. When she stood, I saw how short she was, around my height. Her floral cardigan was cute, too.

As her gaze settled on Reece, she smiled, adjusted her sleeves, then walked toward us. "Go ahead," she said as she got closer. "Things won't pick up for another few hours, so," she shrugged, "I'll just make some coffee and relax."

Still grinning, Reece pressed his hands together. "I owe you one," he said. "I'll buy you something with caramel later, too. Good coffee."

Small wrinkles formed on the corners of her eyes as she smiled, chuckling softly. "You're a sweet kid, don't worry about it."

Dolores smiled at me with a small nod as she made her way over to the counter. She fixed Reece's bomber on the chair.

Reece nodded as he excitedly gestured for me to walk to the stairs. He looked back at Dolores, "Thanks!" he said to her.

His kindness radiated in the library, too, huh? Was he so naturally sweet? Even Dolores said it—he was a sweet kid. Yet, as I waited for him to lead the way and followed him up the stairs, I didn't see a kid. I saw the broad shoulders of a man. There was something in the way he walked, strong, powerful. If I were to compare him to anything, especially in this library, it would be an alpha; giving off a presence meant to be respected. Adding to his kindness, I mentally nicknamed him a gentle king, a kind king.

He looked back at me as we reached the second floor. His smile made my heart race. "No one's at the computers yet. But I think we'll sit first and brainstorm."

Looking at his face, every part of me burned. He was a kind, gentle, beautiful king.

I looked up into his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I can brainstorm," I said. Quietly. Whispering. I gulped again.

Reece cocked a brow before chuckling. He pressed his tongue into his cheek, too. That was it. It was obvious that I thought he was attractive, and he knew it. If he didn't notice yesterday, he for sure knew it today.

"Come on." Reece reached into his back pocket for his phone as he turned right off the stairs. I watched as he lowered the volume, silencing it. Once he pocketed it again, he looked at me. "I highly recommend either turning your phone down or off while we do this."

I adjusted my bag's strap on my shoulder as I kept with him. I reached for my phone, lowering the volume. "Oh, right. We're in a library."

Reece laughed. "Well yeah that and," his dark brown eyes peered at me as he smiled, "if you're going to be working on this book, you need to be able to focus."

Oh, right. Dur.

I nodded then cupped my hands in front of me. I twiddled my thumbs—just a little distraction to keep me from gawking at him.

Reece led me to an area with desks and tables in the middle. Only one man sat in the corner of the room. He had his hand pushed into his black curly hair. He tapped his pen against a notebook. I thought I heard grumbling and mumbling, but before I could try to figure it out, Reece stopped at a table and pulled out a chair for me.