As soon as school was out Sara was back at the library. Her dirty pink Converse slapped hard on the pavement as she sprinted for the colossus building. Her bag strap crossed her body and she clutched the strap to her chest, stopping the bag from bouncing around while she ran. Her hair bobbed furiously up and down behind her and she panted hard.

Reaching the large doors she stopped to briefly inspect her reflection in the glass before entering the silence. The same librarian as earlier glared at her over the desk and Sara lowered her head, averted her eyes and strode quickly to the tabled clearing between the dusty shelves. As if she had expected any less, Michael was sitting tapping the rubber end of a pencil to a Geometry textbook.

"Hey Michael," she breathed, still short of breath from her exerted sprint. "Sorry I'm late," she offered, taking a seat next to him and brushing her hair from her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink where she had run and her breathing had only half returned to normal.

Michael had his arms crossed on the desk in front of him and his chin rested on one of his forearms. He raised his eyebrows, pouted his bottom lip and slid his chin sideways, turning his head awkwardly. "It's ok," he said although it was difficult because his teeth were pushed together. "You're here now," he beamed at her.

Sara's already pinkish complexion deepened in colour and she turned away from him to grab some notes from her bag. Michael pushed himself upright, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms out. He brought his hands to the back of his head and interlocked his fingers. The muscles in his arms contracted and bulged through his rippling skin.

"Right," he prompted a start to their study session by leaning forward and running his finger down the page in his textbook. "What can I help you with?" He asked her, eyes still fixed to the page. Sara's mouth went dry as she conjured images in her sexually charged teenage mind.

"Um…" she shook them off and tried to focus on her Geometry notes once more. She scanned her homework title and summarised the task in hand. "…Deductive reasoning and Geometric Proof." Sara tried to sound like she knew what at least part of it meant.

Michael smiled at her foolish nature and studied her features. They were still beautiful in the false library lighting. "And which parts do you understand?" he asked, still fixated on her. "So I know what I can skip," he picked up his pencil again and began flicking to the index of his book.

Sara looked over her notes, comically sounding a long emphasised "um" noise. "Oh yes," she exclaimed triumphantly, placing a finger to the paper. Michael continued to flick his pages but briefly sent his gaze to hers. "The word "And"," she laughed. Michael's shoulder's jiggled, as he laughed low in his chest.

"Then we'd better get some work done," he told her, sliding the textbook across the table so it rested on the table between them. He pressed his pencil tip to the page and lightly underlined a header with a thin grey line. Sara shuffled with a few papers before leaning in to view the same page. Michael watched as her arm pressed up against his, jolting his skin to life.

Her hazel eyes were fixated on the page before her as Michael watched her. He was trying to explain the theory but she was his live distraction and too readily available to get lost in. Her frown pinched up on her face and her lips pushed out as she thought. She rested her chin onto her smooth milky skinned hand and rocked it back and forth, the loose skin on her elbow rolling around the joint. Michael formed a hidden smile at her antics, his fingers moving to hold his elbows, tingling as they brushed her arm.

A silence between them followed as they both stared at the page before them. Neither was really looking at it, leaving it neglected on the desk. Sara copied Michael's gesture, moving to cup her elbows in her hands. Michael's heart skipped in his chest when her fingers touched his with a feather soft grace. Sara coughed lightly, never taking her eyes from the book as her skin prickled with passion.

Michael was just about to speak about the problem on the page when he felt Sara's delicate fingertips stretch out and caress his larger but still soft hands. His eyes fell to where their arms were squeezed together and her fingers were coaxing his to interlock with hers. Without saying a word, Michael stretched out his own fingers and gripped onto Sara's.

Sara's entire body shook inside, the surge of adrenaline taking her by surprise. It was a mixture of pleasure and fear. A mixture she enjoyed but was reluctant to take any further. Their fingers danced slowly, making love with each other through velvet fingertips. Suddenly they relaxed and Michael rested his over Sara's on her elbow, gently brushing his thumb over the sensitive digits.

Sara felt a rush of need as her stomach fluttered and her cheeks blushed. She gripped onto Michael's fingers with an intensity that scared him a little. Michael felt an ominous wave rush over him but rode it out, it fading from his being as her essence invaded him.

"Michael," Sara broke the silence. Michael snapped his head towards hers, his mouth dry from their tiny contact. He was amazed by Sara and what she did to him with so little effort.

"Sara," he said her name like hot chocolate flowing in a fountain. It was euphoric to her ears and she had to pause a moment to regain her composure as he continued to stroke her hand.

"I want to be honest with you," she pulled her hands from his touch and turned in her seat to face him. Michael copied her, resting one arm on the desk and one over the back on his chair. He felt scared that she might reveal something that would end their friendship as she ran a shaky hand through her hair. "And I understand if you don't want to see me ever again after I tell you," she lowered her head, staring at her hands as they lay in her lap.

"Hey," Michael comforted in a masculine tone full of care and loving. He reached out his hand and gently titled her head so their eyes met. Sara's eyes were darker then before and they seemed a little watery with a few tiny tears. "Nothing you could say would make me stop caring for you," he told her defiantly, moving his hand to brush a fallen tear from her cheek.

Sara let out a nervous laugh and quickly wiped another tear before it threatened to fall. "You don't know what I am going to say yet," she said sadly, knowing that what ever she said could potentially ruin her chances with Michael. She cared for him and she felt it her duty to tell him she was only sixteen, not the initial eighteen she had told him in the park that Sunday. She had to before he stole her away forever.

Michael sat back in his stool, taking his warm hands from her skin and leaving cool patches where her salty tears had fallen. Michael looked over his shoulder sideways to the large reception desk. The librarian was gone, probably filing away books in another department. He took in a deep breath and with swift precision he cupped her cheek in one hand and pressed his lips to hers.

Every thought Sara has was gone and only he and the sound of her quickening heartbeat remained. The kiss was short, rushed through fear of being caught, and it left her wanting more. As he pulled away to look into her eyes once more, a gentle hand still rubbing her cheek, he smiled. "Nothing you could say would make me stop wanting you," he admitted in whisper.

Sara's mouth hung open slightly, hot breathe escaping her lips as she panted a little to meet the requirements of her excited lungs. His eyes bore into her soul, soothing her fears and chasing away her worry that had settled there.

Michael had not expected her to react with silence and he shifted his gaze to the floor and apologised. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have…"

"Don't be," she cut him off and smiled at him. His spirits lifted and he gave her a smile in reply. Sara had faith that they could make it through anything life could throw at them. After all he had kissed her. He had kissed her and it had felt like she had collided with a cloud, the softness enveloping her and keeping her safe from harm.

Her smile turned into a toothy grin as she dropped her gaze back to the table and leant forward on the table with a giggle. Michael scooted his chair across the carpeted floor and their knees bumped under the table. One hand found her knee and the other found her back as he leant forward to speak, his large hand span spreading across her dainty frame. "What's so funny?" he whispered into her ear, his sweet, kissable mouth mere millimetres from her skin.

Sara turned her head so their lips where almost touching, her eyes flicking between his beautiful grey blue orbs and his lips. "It took you long enough," she teased with reference to their first kiss before capturing his lips in another.