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Not just from the heating or the faint scent of coffee, but from the atmosphere. Posters lined the walls, famous queer authors, quotes about love, resilience, self-discovery. The shelves were stacked with books I'd only ever read in secret, books I’d hidden like contraband. People looked lively, laughing and chatting. Two women sat at a corner table, fingers intertwined, reading from the same book. A boy with a septum piercing waved at us from behind the counter, his voice bright. “Welcome! You’re just in time for open discussion.” I froze as a good kind of astonishment washed over me. I’d never seen this before, not in person. A place where no one whispered, no one judged, no one laughed cr

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

How impressive! I gazed at the books and the name tags caught my attention. TIME TRAVELLING, DIMENSIONAL TRAVELLING, REINCARNATION and much more to my amusement there's a HUMAN MALE ANATOMY tagged books. I suppressed the giggles that were threatening to escape from my lips. She's really something! 'Our mate was curious about cocks? Was it the size?' Cirrus snickered in amusement. 'I would surely let her see how magnificent my cock looks!' He bragged.

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My black tank top seemed to be absorbing the sweat my body was releasing in waves, I played with the top, twisting it between my fingers. "What's that?" "It's a book," I confessed, fervently, hoping I didn't sound too eager and desperate. "A small, black book. It was the only book in the box. Where is it?" Tom's face darkened. "Yeah, I remember that little book, what do you want it for?" "Where is it, please?" "It's not with me anymore," he disclosed, eyes searching my face. I legitimately almost had a heart attack as I felt my eyes pop and air circulation cut off immediately.

She offered a polite nod to the librarian and slipped into a quiet, secluded corner. He sat alone, a man with close-cropped hair, his lean frame casually draped in a fitted gray shirt. His tattoos caught her eye first, intricate designs winding up his arms. Her fingers twitched with the urge to trace the patterns, to feel the texture of his skin beneath. His focus was locked on a book, and from the cover, it was about body painting, "for dummies." Cute, she thought. She considered leaving, unwilling to intrude on what appeared to be an almost zen moment. But then, her gaze caught a glimmer of silver: a name etched on an ID tag clipped to his book.

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a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

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