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steps. She held her arms out to her side like she was walking a tight rope and minutes away from falling.
    Shaking my head, I chuckled.
    She looked up with wide eyes and paused on the step down from me.
    “Wait, what? Why would we get arrested?”
    Reaching out for her hand, I tugged her up and into my arms. She tensed when her sweet body melded with mine. Smoothing out the hair beside her cheek, I grinned down at her. I couldn’t get enough of her—couldn’t keep my hands to myself.
    “Because a lot of people frown upon breaking and entering.”
    Her brow lifted and her eyes narrowed playfully. “A lot of people? How about everyone frowns upon it. I’m thinking it has something to do with the fact that it’s illegal .”
    Again, I chuckled. She was so fucking sweet.
    “It’s all about perception, baby,” I said, pulling her along as I turned toward the door.
    She tugged on my hand, prompting me to wait. “And how exactly do you perceive this situation?”
    She was getting nervous. Obviously, she’d never stepped outside the limits of her dull life. Still, I didn’t miss the spark of excitement in her big, brown eyes.
    Leaning down and taking a deep pull of her intoxicating scent, I ran my nose across the smooth skin of her cheek before I whispered in her ear. “It’s not illegal if we don’t get caught.”
    Her breath was shaky.
    “Blaine,” she whimpered nervously as she bit her bottom lip.
    I had a love hate reaction when she said my name, and especially when she said it like that. I loved the way it sounded on her lips, but I hated the way it instantly made me want to do things to her I was sure would make her entire body blush.
    Not to mention, she was always biting her lip. That shit drove me fucking insane. I wanted to lick the spot on her lip and suck it.
    “Don’t worry, sweet girl. I haven’t been caught yet.”
    “That doesn’t exactly make me feel better about this.”
    I laughed, but a small part of me, the part of me I usually ignored, made me wonder if I was going all about this date the wrong way. Chelsey was so sweet and innocent. And while I wanted to completely taint her tight and tempting body, I didn’t want to be the one to stain her perfect record.
    I was considering taking her home and taking her on a real date another time. A date where we didn’t have to hold our breath every time we heard a noise, or look over our shoulder to make sure no one saw us. But then I lit the candle I left in the middle of the room the last time I was there, and her breath caught as the space around us turned into an orange hue.
    I blocked out everything, but her reaction. Her expression filled with disbelief, like she couldn’t believe I’d known such a place existed. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.
    “Blaine,” she said breathlessly. “This is amazing.”
    I stood to the side and watched as she spun in a circle to capture the entire room. I knew she’d love it. I don’t know how I knew, I just knew. I mean, it only made sense to take her there. Where do you take a girl who loves books? A library.
    Her smile was bright and beautiful—her eyes glazed over in happiness—and something happened in that moment. Something I couldn’t put into words. Something so thick I could almost reach out and touch it.
    My lips lifted into a genuine smile. I seemed to have an endless supply of those where Chelsey was concerned.
    “You like it?” I asked.
    She turned, her hair flinging around her face and her eyes landing on me. The candlelight flickered across her flushed face, and I knew in that moment I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
    “I love it. How did you find this place?”
    “Me and my boys kind of stumbled upon it a few years back and I kept coming back on my own. I can think here.”
    My eyes flittered around the massive room. Old shelves lined the walls full of books covered in dust. Old statues stared down at us, and cobwebs danced in the air coming in