A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )
Nora's POV
The bookstore always felt different after midnight.
The daytime noise, the scrape of chair legs, the low chatter, the soft thud of books being shelved and drained out of the place like water leaving a tub. What remained was the low hum of the fluorescent lights, the occasional sigh of the heating vents, and the dry, sweet smell of paper that had been waiting on shelves longer than most of the customers had been alive.
I had worked the late shift at Hollow & Page for almost fourteen months, and I still noticed the quiet the moment it settled.