I'M NOT A BIG FAN OF STUFF BUT I ALWAYS FIND THE STUFF MEN OWN SEXY. THEIR COLLECTIONS ARE FASCINATING.
RANDOM WORD: CACHET
"Where did you get all this?" The wonder in her voice was easy to hear.
"Oh, here, there, everywhere," he spun the globe carelessly. "When you're around as long as Stefan and I have been you tend to acquire a lot of junk along the way."
"It's amazing."
"I find it weird and strangely erotic that a library puts you in the mood." He raised an eyebrow and she giggled playfully.
"Look at all these books." Her hands lovingly caressed the curves of spines on shelves. "Books in other languages? Do you speak other languages?"
He nodded.
"How many?"
"Uh," he dropped into the chair nearest the fireplace. "English, of course, Italian, French, Spanish, German, Russian, Portuguese, conversational in Arabic..."
"I get it," she laughed. "You get around."
"Do you speak any other languages?"
"High school Spanish," she sighed. "And pretty poorly. Oh, does Latin for spells count?"
"Sure," he conceded. "I mean, no one speaks it seeing as the language is dead, but you can talk to creepy spirits and creatures from the underworld all day with your awe inspiring Latin skills."
"Sarcasms a little thick there Fang Boy." She snarked back.
"Come here."
She sauntered over to his chair and noticed the book in his hands for the first time. The binding showed the books age. And old leather bound and worn edition of something in Italian. Obviously well loved and more appreciated than other books that appeared to be brand new. Climbing into his lap she looked at the book he clutched.
"Reading?"
"Not yet." He laid her head on his chest and opened the book to where a thin slip of paper was keeping his place. Bonnie closed her eyes and let his voice lull her into that half-awake dream world and even though she didn't understand the words she understood the love.
REVIEW: CAN YOU IMAGINE SITTING IN DAMON'S LAP WHILE HER READS TO YOU IN ITALIAN? *SIGH*