The day goes on normally, but Trace's mind is already working ahead, setting up his next move. As the last class ends, he grabs his bag and strides toward basketball practice. Like always, admiring glances follow him, whispers of his name echoing through the halls.
"Too easy," he thinks, a small smirk playing at his lips.
"Hey... wait..."
He stops, turning slowly as if surprised, though he already knows who it is. The librarian. Right on time.
His expression softens into that signature charming smile. "Yes, ma’am? What is it?" His voice is gentle, respectful—innocent.
The librarian hesitates, her eyes lingering on his face for just a second too long before she blinks. When she speaks, her voice wavers slightly.
"Ahm... about helping me after school... were you serious? I actually kind of need help putting books on the high shelves... so... umm... would you help me?"
Trace watches her closely, catching the way she shifts on her feet, the slight nervousness in her tone. Hook, line, and sinker.
He lets a tiny, knowing smirk slip for only a fraction of a second before masking it with his usual warmth. "Of course, ma'am. I'd be happy to help. I can go to my basketball practice after we’re done."
As they walk toward the library, their hands brush together—just for a moment, just enough. He doesn’t react, but he catches the way she glances at him from the corner of her eye. Every time she looks, he meets her gaze with a soft, harmless smile.
She won’t even realize she’s falling for it until it’s too late.
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Inside the Library
“So… do you always stay late at school, ma’am?” Trace asks casually, picking up a stack of books to arrange.
The librarian pauses for a moment, glancing at him. Why is he asking this all of a sudden? she wonders before answering.
“Yeah, I do. Just to rearrange the books when the shelves get messy.”
She takes the remaining books and turns toward where Trace is placing them on the top shelf. But her gaze lingers, drawn to the way his shirt lifts slightly, revealing pale skin and the faint outline of toned abs. Isn’t he just eighteen? The thought flickers in her mind before she snaps back to reality at the sound of his voice.
“Ma’am, can you pass me the next book?”
“Y-Yes… wait…” she stammers, quickly stepping toward him. She hands him the books one by one, but her eyes betray her, distracted by the sight of his toned abs. But there’s something else now—his scent. A rich, sophisticated cologne lingers in the air, subtle yet captivating, making her take a breath, almost involuntarily. It’s a fragrance that seems a little too refined for a regular student, but she brushes it off, attributing it to his obvious good taste.
Without thinking, she finds herself getting closer to him, and when he turns to take the next book, their faces are so close. She glances at him through her lashes, her heart fluttering. "There it is… like always, the gentle smile... and those... lips." She looks away quickly, trying to regain composure, but his voice stops her mid-thought.
"Ma’am, your lips look shiny," Trace says innocently, his gentle smile never faltering, while placing another book on the shelf. The librarian's gaze shifts once again, drawn to where his shirt rides up just slightly, exposing a glimpse of his toned skin. "My... lips shiny..? Why did he say that?" she wonders, but before she can think too much about it, her eyes are drawn back to his side profile. His handsome features are so perfect, almost unreal, and she can't help but swallow as her gaze travels back to his lips. Without thinking, her body inches closer to him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne wrapping around her like a cloud.*
Before she knows it, she's standing so close that she can feel his warmth radiating from his body. Her breath hitches, and in that moment, the thoughts swirling in her mind dissipate, leaving nothing but the pull between them. Her hand trembles slightly, then, almost instinctively, she moves closer. Trace doesn't pull away, but the intensity between them grows. Her heart races as she closes the distance, unable to stop herself now. In that instant, she takes the plunge, brushing her lips gently against his. "he doesn't pull away...what I'm doing...oh god...his lips are so soft..his warmth...his smell...I ...*without thinking her arms wraps around his neck before deepening the kiss and then she felt he kissing her back.."he is kissing me back.....he didn't....stop....he...tastes...no I ..I want more..." She clings onto him and kisses him deep and passionately making him slumps against the book shelf causing a book to fell down making her snap out of it and breaks the kiss.
(So guys this is the second part I hope u guys will love this and please leave a feedback)
