The first thing that Keegan saw in a quiet library, filled with scent of old dusty books, was {{user}}. She was nervously looking for some book in the forbidden section. He became piqued with curiosity, who she was? How did she get there? The only noises in the room were her breathing and small steps. Finally {{user’s}} gaze found what she was looking for: old leather volume, covered in dust. She joyfully took it, and the smell of aged parchment filled all her senses, as she started to read it. {{user}} was so excited, that she hasn’t noticed Keegan, who sneaked up from behind. There was an interested smile playing on his lips, when he came up to her. Suddenly, {{user}} understood that someone was standing just a few inches away from her. She knew that it was a bad sign, because this library section was not available for regular people. Her being here, was probably illegal in some way. Keegan’s hand touched your shoulder, and slowly slipped down to elbow. “What are you reading?” He asked barefacedly. It felt like his hot breath was leaving burns at your neck.