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The class is released, and students file out one by one. Blaire is among them, and I wait for her to notice me standing on the opposite wall, but she looks too lost in thought to pay attention to anyone around her.
“Gray Eyes!” I call out and her head pops up. She smiles when she sees me and begins walking my way.
When she approaches, I hand her the bright-colored beverage.
“Wow, thank you,” she says before taking a sip. “What are you doing here?”
I reach for her hand and direct us toward the double doors leading to the parking lot. “Since we’re both done with classes and you said you aren’t working tonight, I figured we could hang out.”
“Like another date? Should I go home and change?” She looks down at her loose jeans, fitted cropped tank top, cardigan, and some brown Jesus looking sandals.
“You look perfect,” I tell her, leaning forward to kiss the side of her head. Her hair smells like lavender and I smile, remembering my mom and sister.
We approach my Jeep, and I toss both our book bags in the back and head over to help Blaire in the passenger’s seat. She stands there, waiting for me after opening the door.
“Should I bother asking where we’re going or is it another surprise?” she asks as I lift her inside.
Gripping the doorframe, I lean in so we’re a few inches apart. “I would tell you, but I think you love the anticipation of where I’m taking you too much.” I wink and shut the door.
As we drive the short distance, I rest my hand in Blaire’s as it lies on her thigh.
“How is it coming along withThe Great Gatsby?” she asks me.
Monday while we had breakfast, I told her I started the book the day before and she had been right, it had kept my interest. “I have to say, Gray Eyes, you picked a pretty good book for me.”
She smiles. “I’m so glad you like it. That will make writing the essay much easier.”
“I still think watching the movie could have been just as helpful.”
Blaire huffs. “The movie adaptations of books are complete crap. They change so much, and how can you fit an entire novel into a two-hour movie? You can’t. A book has far too much plot and detail that a movie could never handle.”
“I can sense you’re very passionate about this,” I tell her.
Blaire’s eyes go wide, and she leans forward in her seat as we pull into the parking lot of our destination. “Are you taking me to…a bookstore?”
After finding out she is a book lover like my sister, I figured what better way to spend an afternoon than to shop up and down the book aisles.
“Are you not happy about this? We can always go do something else,” I say, putting the Jeep in reverse and pretending to back out of the parking spot we are in.
Blaire reaches for my hand on the gearshift. “Don’t you dare. But this is dangerous, you know? I could spend hours in here and never feel satisfied.”
“I have all the time in the world, baby.” I grab her hand and kiss the back before getting out of the car.
Together we make our way toward Barnes & Noble. Once inside, the smell of fresh books hits us, and Blaire closes her eyes, taking in the earthy scent.
“This is heaven,” she says with a wide grin on her face as she looks over at me. Blaire takes off, grabbing and dragging me by the hand toward the back of the store. By the way she maneuvers through the aisles of books, I can only assume she has been here a time or two.
We approach the paranormal romance selection and Blaire plucks a book off the shelf. “Ah, I’ve been waiting for them to get the third book in,” she says, the excitement in her voice making it rise a few notches. “You have no idea how hard it is to finish a book in a series and not know what happens next.”
“I can imagine.” But really, I can’t. Reading for fun has never been my thing. Trazia tried to get me into it when she startedHarry Potter, but I much prefer the movies.
Blaire clutches the book to her chest, and I take it from her so that she can pick up more and read the back of them. Watching her be open and carefree about something she loves makes me happy, and I know I could spend forever in here just being with her.
* * *
Two hours.Twofuckinghours. That is how long this woman keeps me here. I am a prisoner among the stacks. She barely notices me, but after I took the third book from her that she decided to get, she began automatically handing them to me. I am now dragging along six books. Two of which are twice the size of the rest of the others in my arms.
We’re in the romance section now and I fear I may lose my man card if I spend another second here. Each book she has read, she goes into detail to me about the characters and their love for each other, and I’m afraid if we spend any more time here, I may pass out from hunger. “Blaire, baby, I know you’re having the time of your life, but if I don’t eat something soon, I’m going to make your books my dinner.”
