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They drove along the highway, and Ellie began to realize that they were getting close to the university where she worked. When they drove by it directly, she was getting impatient.

“Mason,” she said with a laugh. “You have to tell me what is going on.”

He raised his eyebrows dramatically, then shook his head again. “I’m afraid that is a no-go, Mrs. Wright.”

She teased him again by squeezing his leg, and that time, he responded by flinching and reaching over to her leg. His touch felt good, even during a not-so-serious moment.

“We are almost there,” Mason said.

Ellie crossed her arms again, peering out the window like a child on a field trip. Five minutes later, they pulled into a long driveway decorated in orange and red foliage. Behind it was a stunning, sublime mansion that looked like something out of Poe’sThe fall of the House of Usher.

Her heart skipped a beat when Mason parked, then turned off the engine.

She got her glare at him, and he was already leaning over the steering wheel, grimacing.

“You didn’t,” she breathed out.

“I may have.” He winked.

Ellie leapt out of the car and nearly ran toward the home, feeling Mason trailing behind her. He took her by the hand as she stared up, exhilarated by the gothic architecture of the building she was approaching. Mason stepped in front of her, giggling like a little boy.

“I think you’ll need this.”

He dangled a key from one hand, and she snatched it up quickly. She found her hands were shaking as she turned the key, opening the door with a giant push and gasping so loud that it echoed through the hallway.

The foyer reflected the style of the external home … vintage, gothic, and even with stained-glass and beckoning chandeliers. It was like everything she had ever dreamed up as she read through the classics for her literary major.

“Mason,” she said, struggling to speak. “Mason, I …”

He brought a single finger to her mouth. “Shh,” he said, smiling. “You haven’t even seen the best part yet.”

Ellie smiled beneath his lips, then felt him take her by the hand. The way he led her down the long hallway thrilled her endlessly. She knew that she would never get over that feeling.

They came to a tall oak door. A chain with a black hand at the end was in the center of it. Mason let go of her hand, then pointed at the door.

“Go on in,” he said, placing his hands behind his back. “Your dreams no longer have to remain dreams, my love. I wanted to make them a reality.”

Ellie couldn’t wait any longer. She yanked on the chain and shoved the door forward, and what was revealed to her completely took her breath away.

The room was tall with a glass ceiling that poured light onto the cherrywood floor and shelves. Upon the shelves were thousands of books. More than she had ever seen in her life, even more than she had observed during her time as a librarian.

She nearly fell to her knees as she hovered in the center of the room. She kicked off her shoes, feeling her bare toes soak into the velvet carpet. No one had ever done something like that for her. No one else had professed their love and made it concrete like Mason.

No one could because no one loved her like he did … like he always would.

He held her shoulders and rubbed them as he leaned into her ear.

“You deserve this,” he whispered, tickling the back of her neck. “You deserve everything in the world.”

And for the first time in her life, Ellie believed it.

TWENTY

MASON

Ellie explored the lengths of the library multiple times, and Mason watched with his hands behind his back. He adored her and her mind in ways that he felt were infinite and even a little bit mysterious. He thought perhaps, that was what it felt like to be in love.

She moved her fingers along the spines of the books like they were made of glass. She spun around and leaned against a wall, eyes sparkling at him like a stunning ocean.

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