He shuts your mouth using his finger before you could even say anything else to him.

His eyes remain in contact with yours. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. “Don't say another word, pretty.” His hand moves up from your shoulders to your jaw. A glint in his eyes before there was a slight smirk on his lips. He stares at your eyes, then at your lips.

“Shh...” He whispers. Pinning you again. The very back of the library is a peculiar place to make out. His lips touch yours, a chaste kiss.