"I'm afraid of what will happen in the morning," I confessed softly, my voice tinged with vulnerability as the weight of reality pressed in around us.
His words hung in the air like a poignant refrain, his voice a melody that stirred something deep within me, awakening emotions I had long buried beneath layers of restraint.
"I never want to let you go," his declaration reverberated in the caverns of my mind, igniting a symphony of thoughts and feelings that threatened to overwhelm me. For in that moment, amidst the pages of our shared narrative, I found myself teetering on the edge of something profound and uncharted.
"Then don't," my response was a whispered plea, a desperate plea born from the depths of my soul. I longed for him to stay, to be the protagonist in the story of my life, to fill the empty spaces between the lines with his presence.
Our shared promise lingered in the space between us, a silent covenant forged in the crucible of our shared desires and aspirations. It was a promise that bound us together, transcending the boundaries of time and space, anchoring us to the narrative we had woven together.
"I don't want this night to end, this dream," I murmured whimsically, the words escaping my lips before I could even fully comprehend their significance.
"It's not a dream, Julie," his words washed over me like a gentle wave, soothing the restless currents that churned within me. But before I could fully sink into the reassurance of his embrace, he responded.
"Then let's rewrite the ending," Will argued gently, his voice filled with conviction and determination. "We'll face the morning together, whatever it may bring. Our story doesn't have to end here."
His words struck a chord within me, igniting a spark of hope amidst the uncertainty. Perhaps, together, we could defy the confines of fate and chart a new course for our shared narrative.
And as I nestled into his embrace, lulled into sleep by the comforting strength of his arms, I knew that this encounter with Will was more than just a fleeting moment in time. It was a chapter in the story of my life, a chapter that promised adventure, passion, and the possibility of a love that transcended the confines of the written word.
The first lights of the morning were starting to peak through and I found myself blinking more often as my eyes felt heavy and my head rested on the softness and comfort of Will's shoulder.
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Night At The Library (Lost Souls #1)
RomanceJulie's been pulling all-nighters in the library, buried in her books. Then, one day, she nods off and wakes up to find herself face-to-face with a guy straight out of her romance novels-tall, athletic, with piercing blue eyes that practically jump...
