There weren't many people who knew. It wasn't that she kept it a secret. Why would she? It's nothing bad after all. It's just that it's a subject that doesn't come up often so she doesn't talk about it.

They had been together for two months when he found out about it. It was Friday and the shift that was now behind them had been pretty bad.

They stayed at her apartment that night and after a while of sitting on the couch in silence, she excused herself and disappeared in the direction of her bedroom. A few minutes later she came back, a book in her right hand.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked, motioning to the item in her hand. He shook his head and she sat down again. Opening the book at the last page she had been at and began to read.

It was that Friday night that he realized how much she loved reading. She was completely lost in her own world, oblivious to everything around her. Her facial expressions changed with every sentence she read.

He was fascinated watching her. It was yet another thing he hadn't known about her and he loved her even more because of it. It was watching her that let him come up with an idea.

He trailed a finger up her arm, loving that his touch left a trail of goosebumps behind. He smiled to himself, continuing his path up top her neck where he drew random designs on her skin.

She detached her eyes from the book for a few seconds just to glare at him in warning, but he could see that her mind was still focused on the words she was reading.

He stopped, but only for a few minutes before he started pressing feather light kisses to her jaw and down to her neck. He felt her hand push him away slightly, his name leaving her lips, warning in her voice.

She was still completely focused. Her eyes were gliding over the pages in rapid speed, absorbing everything. She was ignoring him, or too spellbound by what she was reading to let herself be distracted, he wasn't sure.

But when she, again, grumbled his name in displeasure he couldn't help but smirk. He felt her elbow on his chest in an attempt to keep him away from her so she could finally finish the book. She hadn't had time to read in weeks and now that she did he was trying to take that time from her.

On any other day, she would give in abs they would probably be on her bed by now, doing things that had her writhing in anticipation. Right now, though, she wanted to enjoy a quiet night with her boyfriend beside her and finish this book.

He was watching her again, trying to figure out his next move. There was a small smile gracing her lips, stating she was happy about whatever was happening in her book at that moment.

His lips were on her jaw again and this time, she hummed in contentment. He kissed his way upwards, over her cheek to the corner of her lips, where he lingered for a few seconds. "Do I have your attention now?" he asked, smirking against her skin.

She turned her head, her lips slamming against his in a fierce kiss. The book fell to the ground as her hands found the back of his head to pull him even closer. "Now I lost my page" She breathed and he chuckled against her lips as he carefully pushed her down on the couch.

I don't know when I got this idea, but it was inspired by a story I read a while back. Sadly, I don't remember the name.

I really hope you like this, 'cause this is my first attempt on writing Dawsey.

As always, tell me if you find any mistakes and what you think about it.