Night At The Library (Lost Souls #1)

Chapter 19: Julie

As we made our way back to the center of the library, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, mingling with the warmth of our connection. Hand in hand, we navigated the familiar aisles, our footsteps creating a soft rhythm against the polished floors.

Finding a cozy nook nestled among the towering bookshelves, we settled in, the dim lighting casting a comforting glow around us. It was the perfect setting to continue our exchange of stories under the cover of night, where secrets and confessions seemed to flow effortlessly.

I took a deep breath, feeling the excitement bubble within me as I prepared to share my latest project with Will. "So, imagine a world much like the Hunger Games, but with a twist," I began, my voice filled with enthusiasm. "In this society, everything is tightly controlled by the government. There's a belief that imagination is dangerous because those who possess it can bring their thoughts to life."

I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in before continuing. "They're called 'Imaginae,' and they're feared because their creations have the power to disrupt the carefully constructed order of society. But there's a group of rebels who believe that imagination is the key to freedom, and they're determined to defy the system and unlock its true potential."

As I spoke, I could see the flicker of interest in Will's eyes, his attention fully captured by the world I was painting with my words. It was exhilarating to share my vision with someone who understood the power of storytelling, someone who saw the potential for magic in even the darkest of tales.

The warmth of his smile enveloped me as I shared my excitement about my latest project. "When you're ready, I can be the first to read it!" he exclaimed. "I'd love to read the first amazing manuscript of my girl."

His gaze lingered on me, a flicker of surprise and affection dancing in his eyes. My girl. The term of endearment washed over me, filling me with a sense of warmth and belonging I hadn't known before. Coming from Will, it felt like a promise, a declaration of his affection and support.

A rush of emotion flooded through me as I realized the depth of our connection. In that moment, sitting together in the quiet sanctuary of the library, I knew that Will was my special. He had become in the tick of the hours of the night. This one night.

"As long as you let me read more of your poetry," I echoed, a playful grin tugging at my lips.

"Okay, fair, baby," he responded with a chuckle, the endearment, the baby with his warm voice sending a delightful shiver down my spine. He knew exactly how to make me melt, and in that moment, surrounded by books and moonlight, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else but by his side.