Chapter 11
And that’s exactly what I did.
When I get off the escalator, I look around for the bookstore. The sign above the doors does look like a piece of unrolled papyrus. Nice. It’s a big store with many windows and people go in and out. It’s the right place for such a good soul like Lucas. And then I see him.
He stands in the doorway, smiling at somebody, and I…
I run, hiding behind a giant Christmas tree, feeling stupid but also thrilled. Lucas is so beautiful, I don’t even know what to say to him. I had a huge desire to see him, and I’d like—God, how much I’d like—to see his honey eyes staring at my lips again, his kisses filling my nights, his body warming the other side of the bed, his heart coming back to complete mine.