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Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

I slowly walked away to see what else was around and saw Elliot looking curiously at the books before turning to me. “You can look around if you want. I'll be here,” he said. I nodded and began to explore the store, but I made sure that I was close to him. I was curious about what I'll find and saw a few records on the side of the store then saw the section for video games. I looked around wondering what they had as I came across the science fiction novels and picked out two that caught my attention. I felt like I was gone for more than fifteen minutes and made my way back to see Elliot still looking over at the books; he has three books already in his hands. I walked over to see what type o

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He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

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This was the last night and she had to make great use of it. “I didn’t forget you and since you are no celeb, I gathered some essential books for you. They will be of great use since you come from a business related background. If they are finished I will find more for you,” K spoke as she handed over the three books with no covers to B.B. B.B who had become passionate about his studies after meeting K received them with enthusiasm; since his woman had made plans for him then he shouldn’t disappoint her. He was very aware that there was more to K than what she lets on. She was shrouded in mystery and that was what makes her sexy and attractive despite her other good qualities.

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.