Page 33 of Continuum

He shook my shoulders as if to wake me up. “Because I remember that time when we were ending a study session and I asked you about an assignment I had in philosophy class. You told me—”

“You know what?” I interrupted and laughed. “Stop!”

“—to check out the reference materials that were still on the third floor and when I asked you to show me where, you said—”

I covered my face and let out a groan that also sounded like a giggle. “I was misinformed!”

“—you said, I’m not going up there because of the ghosts.”

I had tears in my eyes. “I did not say that!”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.

“No, I didn’t say ghosts! I believe I said it was haunted. There’s a difference,” I argued.

He stopped in his tracks, throwing his arms in the air. “Haunted by what?”

I wiped my eyes and caught my breath before listing with my fingers. “Spirits. Apparitions. Specters.”

The roar of laughter that erupted from him only made me laugh harder and we fell into one another. It wasn’t even that funny, but we had to hold each other up. We finally got it together when we arrived at our destination.

“Come on,” he commanded gently, resting his hand just above my ass.

As I climbed the steps to the library, I felt his hand slipping down to the roundness of my ass. Trying not to focus on the fact that he was basically palming it, I walked through the front door biting my bottom lip.

There weren’t that many people in the library. The campus was never empty, but the time period between semesters typically resulted in less people around. Yet, it seemed a little unusual that no one was behind the huge reference desk when we entered.

“Where is everyone?”

He checked his watch as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down an aisle. “There is a staff meeting going on.”

He maneuvered us around the perimeter of the room until we reached the elevator in the back. He hit the call button and grinned at me.

I lifted my eyebrows. “Where—?”

Crashing his mouth into mine, he kissed me hard and deep. I was caught off guard but quickly recovered, wrapping my arms around him. My soft body melted into him once his hands moved to my ass. I had just moaned in his mouth when the elevator dinged.

We pulled apart and waited.

Once we saw that the coast was clear, we entered the elevator and he selected where we were going.

“Where are we going?” I asked, noticing which button was lit.

He smirked but remained silent. When the doors opened, he reached his hand out to me. “Do you trust me?”

“Hell no,” I hissed as I intertwined my fingers with his.

He kissed the back of my hand and pulled me out of the elevator. “I got you. You are in good hands,” he whispered.

“I don’t even know what we’re doing up here.”

“I want to show you something.”

My eyes widened. “Wow…”

The third floor looked nothing like it did sixteen years ago. The renovated space had study rooms along the walls. The open space in the middle had long tables for individual study. I was truly impressed.

“They removed the study area downstairs and reconstructed the third floor into a quiet study floor,” he explained, pointing out the paneling they used. “This is similar to how they want the new building.”

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