Mated to My Father's Best Friend
I grabbed the boxes of books and walked around the library, shoving them in different spots until the boxes were empty and the desk was clear.
While I had some extra time on my hands, I found some cleaning supplies in the closet and started to clean. By the time I finished, I had the library smelling like citrus.
The doors opened and immiedalty I felt a familiar looming presence. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.
Lucian walked in, his strides purposeful and his eyes set on me.
“You’ve been busy,” Lucian observed, his eyes shifting around the library.
I set the rag I was holding down and faced him. He filled the room without raising his voice, the way the weather filled the sky before