Your love life with V wasn't boring, but as time went on, the quiet evenings and measured pace began to bore you, and you caught yourself more and more often thinking you'd like to add a little fire. When you mentioned it to V, the guy just nodded, promising to take your wishes into account next time.

Now you were following V past, going deeper and deeper into the library. He was about to pick out something. As he strolled from one shelf to the next, you slowed down, looking at the books.

Suddenly, a kiss fell on your collarbones. Then another and another. You turned around and met V's gaze. He trapped you between his body and the shelving, one hand resting on it and the other on your waist.

"You wanted something new," he said with a slight sneer, immediately covering your lips in a kiss. His hand on your waist moved higher, stroking your breasts, as he deepened the kiss.

But suddenly several books fell to the floor, and the shelving unit tilted. V pulled away from your lips, but before he could do anything, quick footsteps were heard.

The librarian's eyes widened, she screamed and was about to push you two out with her own hands when suddenly V, who had been leaning over you, staggered backward and came at you again, sliding lower as you struggled to hold him. Just now he was standing confidently on his feet, and now he suddenly lost his balance and cowered.

The librarian seemed to have abruptly reassessed the situation and tapped her heels away, shrieking for the doctor while you nervously examined V.

But as soon as the woman left, he suddenly straightened up again, as if nothing had happened. His outward frailty played to your advantage, and the situation looked as if he had just gotten sick. Pulling you by the arm, V pressed you against the rack again, this time more carefully, avoiding leaning on it.

"Now we have a little more time," he said, leaving another kiss on your shoulders.