Chapter Thirty One: Blood stains

The library was a large, elegant place that was a bookworm's dream come true. Shelves after shelves of books, from all topics that one could think of were gracing those layers of strong mahogany wood. However, the first impression Roselle got from this place that it was awfully silent. It was so still that the sounds of her gown brushing against the beautifully polished wooden floor and her quiet steps seemed to vibrate extra loud in her ears. Thus, walking through this place made her feel a little uneasy. However, as beggars cannot be choosers, she decided to go ahead and stroll through the place.

As she slowly walked, her eyes were not idle. Looking around, Roselle's observant gaze fell on the large sturdy table that was placed in the middle and the first thing that came to her mind was Romeo. His face, his eyes, his voice and his kisses. He had kissed her so hard as she sat on top of that very table.

The memory was so vivid in her mind that she started to feel hot. She wanted him t