The detective's hands locked her wrists; they were pinned over her head and finally against the book shelf: his body instantly hugging hers, then pushing back to close down the whole figure against the large shelf (a couple of books fell from the collisions). After several seconds of silent staring into each others eyes, the intelligent man leaned into her neck in search of her ears && in the next moment his lips parted to whisper. " I had a dream, just like this. And.. " A long pause.
It took her a second to get her bearings, pressed against his collection. To be guided incited suspicion. To be moved made her bubble up and grin at his audacity. To understand the longing in his eyes, a longing she felt a night so long ago in similar close quarters, she sighed, and nuzzled against his cheek to coax out an answer, whispering sharply back, “And just what did I let you do to me?”
