The Idea popped up into my head, so I thought, what the heck? So here it is, hope you like and review.

Bella, a college student, finds herself in a very inappropriate position with a handsome bronze- haired stranger in an old Library, despite the knowledge of their backgrounds.


STRANGERS IN A RUN DOWN LIBRARY

PROLOGUE


I shifted my hair to the one side of my neck as I pulled my strap bag higher up my shoulder and opened the wooden door's to the warm and cozy library.

Looking down at my shoes, I wiped the little specks of snow off my skinny legged jeans and shrugged out of my jacket and let it hang on one of the jacket hooks by the door.

The carpet looked old and dirty, and the tables looked scratched and worn, but regardless I loved this place.

It was so unusual and unorganised that it would more likely resemble my book shelf then anything.

That might be the reason why I loved it here. It felt more like home.

Looking around a bit, I saw that only a few people were in today. Well, it wasn't like a lot of people came here anyway, but lesser as it may have seemed on any ordinary day.

I waved over at Mr Lanner as he flipped through some old car magazine at the check out, and he smiled at me with his yellow teeth then proceeded to take a long sip from his ever lasting coffee.

I walked through sections A-C, running my fingers along the un assembled books, from different sizes to shapes. Whoever worked here with these books defiantly didn't care what appearance this place was in.

Which made it all the more better.

Craning my head up a little I spotted the one book I was looking for. And ironic enough, it was on the top shelf, furthest away from me.

I either had the option of balancing my weight on a couple of piled up books on the floor, or make an estimate and do a one shot jump and pray that I'd land on the other side of the millions of book's scattered around the floor like a bridge from my side to the other.

I choose option one.

Wobbling a little as put my high heeled shoe on the four or so books so I'd get a better height, I quickly started to mutter silent prayers.

This book better be damn worth it.

Reaching higher up a bit, I quickly pressed my right hand to the metal bar attached to the book shelf and reached out my left hand slowly to the book.

I was almost there, just a little bit...

I felt my high heel shoe slip to the side and my right hand came flying off from the metal bar and before I knew what happened, my wide eyes were suddenly glued to a pair of wide green eyes, and I didn't have a chance to give this absolutely handsome man my number because I was already sprawled in his muscular, warm arms.

He stumbled back and his back hit the shelf on the other side of the books section, making it shake a little then it came to a stop.

My breath was coming out in quick huffs.

Then our embarrassing, and probably sensual looking position started to settle in.

I could distinctly feel his warm hand just underneath my right thigh, holding it up to his hip. I felt his other arm holding the rest of my weight up by holding up my butt. My arm was wrapped around the back of his neck making him look up at me and my other hand was grabbing on to the higher shelf.

And then I realised that I didn't actually know if the shock of it all was making me breath so hard, or if it was that each breath I took I was rubbing my breasts against his chest.

It was probably both.

Making my blood pound over time.

All of the rubbing, the breathing, the feeling, the library shelf.

Oh god...

His eyes suddenly darkened, as my lower half started to rub on it's own.

His grip on my thigh and my lower half instantly turned into grabbing and then in one swift movement I was turned around and I heard at least one or three books fall to the floor as his back was replaced with mine against the book shelf.

And then his lips were on mine.

Hard and desperate.

Was it really winter?

I grabbed at the back of his hair and I heard him moan into my mouth, and my hips bucked.

Another load of books fell to the floor as I felt him start shift me up, then down.

I let my hand trail down underneath the tip hem of his shirt, dragging them back up again.

Five books fell.

And you couldn't blame me when I say that I was distracted enough to not notice the buzzing of his phone on the floor with the name 'Tanya' popping up at each buzz.