Free Then Came You by Cherelle Louise Page B

shrugs in response. “Some friends of mine used to break in here to plan practical jokes and shit… y’know, paint the lockers, oil the floors, change   around the furniture.”
    I give him a horrified look and he bursts out laughing before I can even say anything. “Don’t worry; we’re not going to do anything like that. Tonight is all about you and me.”
    I smile, “that sounds surprisingly good.”
    “Surprisingly?” He raises and eyebrow at me, “is that an insult to me? And here I thought you were on your way   to falling in love with me.”
    I scoff, rolling my eyes even though he probably can’t see it in the dark. “Whatever, can we just get this date over with?”
    “Wow, I’m loving the enthusiasm here,” he says sarcastically, shaking his head at me with a grin. “Just… do me a favour and lose your eyes.”
    I purse my lips, “why?”
    “It’s a surprise – duh.” He tells me, taking both my hands and staring at me until I close my eyes. “C’mon, I want it to be special.”
    “Fine, but if I trip over, I’m dragging you down with me,” I warn him as I close my eyes and let him pull me into the building. The hallways are eerily silent besides the sounds of our footsteps echoing around the building, sending a shiver down my spine. “Isn’t it always scenes like this where a monster comes out and people die?”
    “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” he promises, before lapsing back into silence again. I sigh, breathing in through my nose as he walks me through the hallways. By the time we stop, I don’t have a clue where we are, which goes perfect for his plan. I let go of my hands for a moment, shuffling around until I hear the sounds of keys jingling. My brow furrows in confusion until I hear him open a door and take my hand again, pulling me through.
    “Before you open your eyes, I want to talk to you,” he tells me nervously before taking in a deep breath. “Do you remember when we were at the lake – you know, before you climbed the tree?”
    “Yeah, I still need to get you back for that,” I grumble before letting him continue.
    “Well,” he starts, “I was thinking, about what you said. The way you were speaking about book was just amazing – the look on your face was just perfect and, well, I want to see that look again, so… I hope you like it.” He sighs nervously. “You can open your eyes now.”
    When I open them, I look around with wide eyes, my jaw dropping. Candles litter the shelves, a blanket is spread on the ground and there’s a pile of books at the edge, another one placed at an angle in the middle. I don’t have to look to know the title; I already know what it’s called: Villette, by Charlotte Bronte.
    “You brought me to the library?” I ask him in a shocked whisper, my eyes watering slightly with the overriding emotions at the scene.
    He nods slowly, his eyes the same golden shade as the candles as he wraps an arm around me and leads me towards the blanket. “I want to see that look on you face – I want to see it all the time.”
    “Well then maybe you should lock me up in here,” I smile softly at him, meeting his eyes in the glimmer of the candlelight. “I wouldn’t mind so long as you stayed as well.”
    “Of course I would,” he grins, leaning over pressing his lips to mine. His lips move against my lips and I sigh, lifting a hand to stroke his face as the other lies flat on his chest. He strokes my waist, his fingers twisting themselves in my hair as he pulls me closer, a groan sounding out from the back of his throat. I chuckle, pulling away to grin at him.
    “I suppose if you’re going to keep kissing my like that then I’m going to have to lock you in here with me,” I tease him, only half joking.
    He laughs, wrapping his arms around me and dropping us down on the blanket. We end up scrawled on the blanket, my head resting on his chest as he opens the book for me, flipping through the pages. “So…” He starts, he