I’d stayed too long in the bookstore, losing track of time as I browsed the endless shelves. By the time I made my way to the front, the lights were dim, and the place was eerily quiet.

“Looks like you’re the last one here,” a voice said, startling me.

I turned to see him—a handsome employee leaning against the counter, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was closing time,” I said, clutching my book.

“No rush,” he replied, his smile playful. “But if you’re going to stick around, I might have to keep you company.”

We ended up talking in the quiet store, the dim light making the moment feel oddly intimate. When I reached for a book on a high shelf, he stepped behind me, his hand brushing mine as he helped.

“Got it,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

I turned to thank him, but the words died on my lips as our faces were inches apart. He hesitated for a moment, then closed the gap, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that made my knees weak.

The stillness of the store only heightened the thrill, every sound amplified as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer.