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Collecting books is a very different passion from actually reading them.
She was a bookworm. A book hoarder. A book dragon. A library troll. She was a bibliophile.
“Flustered? I make you feel flustered?” he questioned, leaning forward slightly. His smirk had grown, and she could just tell he was thinking something... naughty. “And do you think the blush across your skin does not affect me? Does not make me wonder if the color goes below the collar of your buttoned up shirt, or if—”
He wanted her as his companion. Wanted her by his side for all the days ahead. Wanted her as she was, right in this moment, preserved for all time.
This was the wildest, craziest, most dangerous thing she had ever done. All of it, from seeking him, to finding him, to dinner with him, to now being at his place, his freaking castle. It was insane. She was insane.
She was in love. In love with this library. In love with this space. All she needed was a warm cup of tea, a good blanket, and some fuzzy socks, and she was sold.
Vampires were real. A vampire. He was a vampire. A monster of old lore. And she was unbelievably horny because of it.
You forget, my dear, that I am dead. I don’t breathe. You can sit on my face for hours,
