“I wanted to show you this book on Hawkin’s history…but I can’t…hmm.” Nancy had been wearing a pretty white and blue dress that buttoned from her abdomen up. Within a range of talking softly, Nancy’s voice was gentle. If he was she would quickly turn her heel again and make her way, deeper into the library. “Sorry!” Nancy mouthed as she went down an elongated aisle way and found herself turning her heels to look to see if Steve had been coming. Gesturing with a jerk of her head Nancy stood up, earning several looks of disgust at the noise she provided. Her lips pursed together with a soft plump of her lips as she extended her foot to nudge his leg gently with the tip of her high heel. “Steve.” Her words were barely at a whisper, nearly inaudible as she looked at him from across the table, the desk lamp illuminating her aquatic hues just a bit more. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.
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