Rather Mistaken
A happy RCIJ to @celticheartedfangirl and you all! Get ready for some ridiculous misunderstanding all spawned from “shut up and kiss me” which, is a perfect prompt, thank you very much!
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It hadn't started out as feelings.
When Belle started at Storybrooke Public Library, the one thing she wished for was that men who'd obviously stopped reading books in school, if not sooner, would stop coming by and lingering. Some of them were so comitted to hiding their lingering they'd actually signed up for library cards and checked out books, although Belle wasn't so vain that she assumed all the male patrons were there to ogle at a pretty young face.
Enter Mr. Gold.
She'd been told by the old librarian, Mrs. Potts, (sweet woman, made excellent tea, knew everyone's business in a matter-of-fact fashion as opposed to gossip,) that Gold was a regular at the library. He checked out one book, which he returned the following Thursday, and repeated the process unless the library was closed or he was out of town. But he always thought to return the book on time and had never had to pay one penny in late fees.
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