The top floor of the library was pretty much a ghost town with the exception of a library assistant pushing a creaky book cart down empty aisles. It probably didn’t hurt that Thomas was only a month into the semester and it was 10pm and two hours before the library shut its doors. I preferred to study when I felt like it was just me and the books, the only other sound the whisper of the AC. I knew better than to tarry and wax lyrical about having the row of cubicles all to myself because the sooner I did my reading and finished up my stats problems, the sooner I could get back to Chance. After our rendezvous on the road back to town, he made it clear that he didn’t want to talk about dinner at all and after my third orgasm of the night, I gave no complaints. He even gave some incentive to up my productivity--he’d have my favorite pizza waiting and for dessert, he’d have me. I sunk into the seat near the back, unloading my tote bag. By the time I was done, I’d erected my very own Leaning Tower of Pisa.
