As I walk through the large London library my fingers trail over books on shelves. I stop and hook the top of a book with my fingers and I pull it out then I open it and flip through the pages. My eyes flicker up and down the aisle, then my eyes widen as I see one of the most stunning people I’ve ever seen.

“Holy—“

I cut myself off and clear my throat. I sneak up behind them and I glance over their shoulder at the book they are reading.

“Poetry, hm?”

I whisper in a low raspy tone.