The Book Club
What a blessing it is to love books.
-Elizabeth von Arnim
M olly Meyer walked through the front doors of the Peach Bay Library and waved at me. My heart skipped a beat. Probably two. Without fail, every week, when I saw her black waves dance around her face as she made her way to the front desk, my hands started to sweat. I wiped them on my jeans before waving back.
“Hey, Theo! Are you joining us this evening?” she asked, leaning on the counter that separated her from me.
“I’d really love to, but I can’t this week, Mol. I’ve got a huge amount of inventory to reshelve.” I pointed behind me at the enormous stacks of books piled on the restocking carts.
She pursed her burgundy-painted lips, and a cute little wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. “But book club is always so much more fun when you’re there.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “Angela didn’t seem too thrilled about my take on the western romance we read last week.”
She laughed, and it lit up her entire face. “Angela doesn’t like anyone’s takes on any book we read. Don’t take it personally.” Reaching out, she placed her hand on top of mine. “I know it’d make me happy if you joined us, big guy.”
Holy shit. She was touching my hand. Sweat didn’t come through the top of people’s hands, did it? Oh god. What if she could feel how much my palms were sweating because the sweat had saturated the bottom of my hands and was now working its way through the top? Why did I wear a sweater today? It’s twenty-one degrees outside, and now I’m going to overheat from Molly’s simple touch.
She removed her hand from mine and waved it in front of my face. “Earth to Theo.” She giggled. “You alright?”
My cheeks grew hot, and I answered, “Yes, all good. Just…books and putting away books, you know?”
Again, the twinkling melody of her laughter filled my ears. “ How about I make you a deal? You join us for book club, and I’ll stay after to help you shelve all the returns.”
I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure if Pam would like someone helping me who isn’t employed by the library. You know how she can get.”
“Is Pam here?” Molly looked around, making a big show of looking for the librarian.
I glanced through the office window behind me, just in case, and breathed a sigh of relief. “No, just me.”
“Then she doesn’t have to know.” She winked at me.
Oh, I was done for. How could I say no to those sweet, ebony eyes? “It’s a deal.”
“Yes! Oh—wait.” Her face fell. “Did you read the book for this week?”
I flashed a grin. “I always read the book. Even if I know I’m not gonna be there.” Little did she know, I always read the book because of her . That way, we’d always have something to talk about if the conversation dried up.
Not that it ever had.
“Great!” She glanced at her phone, checking the time. “See you in ten?”
I nodded. “I’ll just make my rounds before locking up, then be right over.”
With a smile, she strolled to the cushy seating area near the back of the library where the After Hours Book C lub met every Wednesday at six o’clock.
Molly was the whole reason I started going to the After Hours Book Club. Five months ago, she’d approached me in the information section while I was organizing the shelves, and my tongue grew three sizes too large for my mouth. She asked me if I had any recommendations for newly released horror books, and once I got my mouth to work properly, we got talking. I told her our new book club would be reading the latest Nick Cutter novel the following week.
Sure enough, there she was a week later, The Handyman Method in hand. The smile she gave me made her sepia-coloured cheeks glow, and I was one hundred percent taken with her.
In that instant, I understood Michael and his infatuation with Holly in The Office . For Michael, it was love-at-first-terrible-Yoda-impression while fixing a desk chair. For me, it was love-at-first-After-Hours-Book-Club she attended. Either way, both Michael and I fell head over heels at the speed of light.
I did a quick once-over of the library to make sure patrons were on their way out. Mr. Gazetti finished checking out a cookbook about pasta, then I helped him to the door, locking it behind him. The clock above the front entrance read 5:57.
Rushing to the side door at the back of the library, I unlocked it for any book club late-comers, then joined the group. M olly saved me a seat, so I hurried to join her. Most members were already there, including two fresh faces. Nothing made me happier than seeing the Peach Bay Library gain new readers.
“Let’s get right into it. This week, we read a thriller. How did everyone like Whisper Down the Lane ?” Katherine, the kind woman who volunteered to lead the club, asked.
“I’ve always been fascinated by the Satanic Panic of the 80s, so I really enjoyed it,” Molly answered, almost always first to chime in. I loved that about her. She wasn’t shy about sharing her opinions.
Angela rolled her eyes. “I thought it was a bit over the top. Who would believe an elementary teacher was running some sort of Satanic cult? That’s so stupid.”
Molly leaned into my shoulder, nudging me ever-so-slightly. Peeking at her, she raised her eyebrows with a smirk. I did my best not to snicker.
“It’s based on the McMartin preschool trials from 1987,” Katherine answered.
“Yeah, right. Like in real life?” Angela scoffed. “Who told you that?”
Katherine nodded. “Well, I was alive during the trials and remember my mom and dad watching them. And the book states outright that the author took inspiration from the entire event.”
Angela had the decency to look sheepish and clamped her mouth shut .
“Anyone else?” Katherine asked.
“The dual storyline was a neat plot device. I enjoyed seeing Richard as a kid and as an adult,” Sonny, a young university student, added.
“What about you, Theo? Did you like this week’s read?” Molly piped up, drawing me into the conversation and placing a hand on my knee.
Holy sacred shit. Now, she was touching my knee. Thank goodness I didn’t have knee sweat. Otherwise, I was sure it’d be soaking through my jeans and onto her beautiful hand.
Sometimes, I had difficulty speaking up, and her touch was not helping. I was fine listening to everyone else, but the kind gesture of her bringing me into the conversation didn’t escape me. Neither did the twinkle in her eye when I opened my mouth to respond.
“I enjoyed it. The author did a great job at making me not sure who to trust.” I played with my fingers, hoping that was a good enough response when my heartbeat was pounding through my ears like the upright bass in a jazz trio.
Molly squeezed my leg in approval and let her hand linger there.
“Oh, that’s so true. I kept shifting blame from one person to the next!” Sonny jumped in.
Molly winked at me again as the conversation took off.
I did a good job. I got the conversation going. Plus, Molly seemed to be paying me a great deal of attention tonight. Win-win-win.
“You weren’t kidding when you said there were a lot of books to put away,” Molly groaned, shelving the second last stack beside her on the cart.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Told you.” My cart was almost empty.
After shelving the last one I had, I joined Molly further down the aisle and grabbed a book from her cart.
“How do you do this so fast?” she asked, looking for the proper place for a popular historical romance novel.
“I’m just a big fan of the Dewey Decimal System,” I replied, going through her last stack with ease.
She turned and relaxed against the shelf behind her, watching my every move. “Know what I’m a big fan of?”
“French bulldogs, angsty horror books, brunch at The Waffle Wagon, uh…” I tried to think of other things we’d talked about over the past few months while putting away a monster romance with a blue and pink cover. “Black cats. More so than every other kind of cat because they get an undeserved bad rap. Also? —”
“Theo.”
“Yeah, Mol?” I slipped the novel into its correct place, which I liked to think of as its little home on the shelf.
“Look at me, Theo.” Her voice sounded different. Softer.
I glanced up and saw she was standing much closer now. If I reached out, I’d be able to wrap her in my arms. Swallowing the nervousness building in my throat, I met her gaze.
“Did I get it wrong?” I asked.
She stepped toward me and placed a gentle palm against my chest. “Yes, you big lug. Because I’m trying to say I’m a big fan of you .”
I gulped. I actually gulped like a cartoon character. How could I not when her fingers were tracing little paths around my right pec? “You’re a big fan of…me?”
She sighed. “I’ve been dropping hints for ages, but you’ve never made a move. I’m tired of waiting, so here we are.”
I scrunched my brows together. “Where are we?” This couldn’t be happening. Surely, the goddess in front of me wasn’t interested in, well, me. Not in that way. We were friends. Really good friends.
She took another step toward me, placing her other hand on my cheek. “We’re here. Alone. Together.”
My brain stopped working. Error. Blue screen of death. 404 file not found.
“I’m trying to tell you I like you, Theo,” she whispered.
Reboot. Starting up.
Molly liked me? Molly liked me. All those months of talking and hanging out around the library, book club, and The Waffle Wagon a few times, she was hiding feelings for me.
I rushed to say it back. “I…I like you, too, Molly. So much like. I mean…I never thought you’d feel the same way about me.”
“Why not?” she asked, sliding her hands around the back of my neck.
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Because I’m kind of a bumbling mess when you’re around, and you’re confident, kind, and really pretty.”
“I think you’re adorable. And not too bad on the eyes, either.” She stood on her tiptoes to nudge my nose with her own.
I shook my head, breathing in her scent. Sweet honeysuckle and vanilla. “I don't hold a candle to you.”
“What are you talking about? Beautiful auburn hair, full sexy beard, this single freckle on your neck.” She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my throat. “I think you’re perfect.”
“Is this a dream? Because I’ve had dreams very similar to this,” I admitted. “And I don’t want to wake up from this one. ”
“You’re not dreaming, Theo.” Her lips brushed mine, most likely testing the waters.
Well, the water was fine. I wanted her to come on in.
“Kiss me again, Mol,” I said against her lips—her plump, burgundy lips.
She didn’t hesitate. Her grip on my neck tightened as she angled my head down to hers for better access. Lips pressed to mine, her tongue pushed inside my mouth as I parted for her. She tasted like peppermint candies and promises. Kissing Molly made everything in the world seem right. Like I was breathing easy for the first time. Like all of my insecurities were gone.
Our tongues moved together in an easy manner like we’d been doing this for years. She nipped at my bottom lip, and I let out a low moan, growing desperate for more. I lowered my grip to her ass, and she hummed in approval, licking my lips before breaking the best kiss of my life.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that, big guy.” Her voice was husky, and I liked the change from her normal melodious tone.
I ran my fingers through her long waves. “Me too.”
Dropping her hands to my belt, she said, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this, too.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Mol. Really, I?—”
“Theodore. Do you want this?” she replied, gesturing to my crotch. “Just a simple yes or no will do.”
I’d never been with a woman like her. Molly had always been confident—that much was true. But I wasn’t used to her, or anyone I dated, being so forward.
“Yes,” I replied. Might as well be honest. I wasn’t lying when I said I had dreams like this earlier. Molly was the biggest crush I’d had in…ever. The thought of her getting down on her knees for me was so damn hot.
Making quick work of my belt buckle and undoing my jeans, she dropped to her knees and rubbed my already rigid length through my boxer briefs.
“Good. I want this, too. So bad,” she whimpered.
“Can I tell you how I like it?” I asked.
She licked her lips as she looked up at me. “Anything I can do to make you feel good, yes, you tell me.”
Grabbing the waistband of my underwear with both hands, she tugged it down. My cock sprang free, and I watched as she studied it.
“You’re uncut,” she stated. No judgement coloured her tone, just interest.
“Is that okay?” I asked, self-conscious now that my dick was out there in front of her.
“It’s more than okay,” she said, grasping it in her palm. “It’s so fucking hot, Theo. ”
I breathed a sigh of relief that morphed into a groan of pleasure. Molly wasted no time getting me as hard as possible, stroking me like it was her day job. Her hand worked up and down my shaft without hesitation.
“You’re so good at that, Mol. A little tighter. Faster.”
She adjusted her grip to apply just the right pressure with just the right speed, and my head dropped back with a moan.
“I’m gonna suck you now, okay?”
It was all I could do to nod. Her hand was already so damn good, her mouth was going to put me over the edge. How was I going to hold out once her lips wrapped around my cock?
She slid her hand lower along my length as her mouth took me in. The tip slid across her tongue, and she sucked on it before pulling it out to lick. She flicked her tongue on the underside of my head, teasing me. Pumping her hand up and down in time with her mouth, she sucked but stayed shallow.
“Take it all. Take it all in,” I demanded, finding my voice.
Pulling off, she said, “There’s my man. I like when you tell me how you want it.”
She listened, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, which wasn’t a simple task. Bobbing on my dick, she kept her hand moving in the same rhythm, gliding back and forth. She gagged, and I almost came down her throat.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I praised.
Molly didn’t let up. Spit ran down her chin as she sucked me, taking me to the back of her throat with every downward motion. Her other hand grabbed my ass, kneading my muscle.
“Do I taste good, Mol? Is it everything you wanted?” I gritted out between clenched teeth.
Her hum of approval vibrated against my dick, which was coated in her saliva. I wrapped my hands in her hair, and she hummed even louder, whimpering against my cock.
She wanted me to be honest. Tell her what I wanted. I wanted to hear that little whimper again. “You like that. Well, fuck, I may just have to fuck your face. Show you how I need it.”
Nodding, she stopped and removed her hand from my cock, allowing me to take over. Holding tightly to the back of her head and hair, I began thrusting my hips. Small pumps to start. As she relaxed her jaw further, I picked up speed, my cock gliding along her tongue, bottoming out in her throat. Fucking her mouth was incredible. And knowing that she wanted me to do it made it a thousand times better.
Her squirming didn’t escape me. The way her thighs pushed together and how she wiggled from side to side. She craved friction. She wanted to get off, too. When I was done, it would be her turn.
“Where do you want me to come, Mol?” I growled, nearing my release.
She tapped her chest, and it sent me hurtling over the edge. I pulled out and aimed my dick where she’d shown me. My cum painted her collar bones, neck, and dripped down the keyhole cut-out that showed off her cleavage. She gulped in breath after breath of air.
“Oh my god, Theo. That was amazing. Your dick is meant to be between my lips,” she sighed, dragging a finger through my cum and bringing it to her mouth. “And this is delicious, too.”
I almost passed out right then and there. Her swollen lips taking in my release was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my thirty-four years of life.
I couldn’t help it. I had to ask. “Can you do that again for me?”
She obliged, running her finger along her chest once more, then placing it in her mouth, sucking off my cum.
“God, that’s so hot.” I kneeled down in front of her and pulled her to me, licking into her mouth, tasting my salty flavour on her tongue. “I need to clean you up.”
I ran my tongue between her breasts and over her collarbones, around the straps of her top, licking up what was left of my cum. A first for me. Swallowing, I brought my m outh to hers and kissed her again. She moaned around my lips, wrapping her arms around me and holding tight.
“You’re right. That is super fucking hot,” she whispered.
“Why did we wait so long to do this?” I asked, kissing down her neck.
She giggled, running her hands down my back and over my arms. “Because you never got the hint. It’s a good thing I’m an impatient woman.”
I smiled and stood, picking her up with ease. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I carried her over to the book club couches at the back of the library.
“I could get fired for this, you know,” I teased.
“Would it be worth it?” she asked, toying with me, but I knew there was an element of genuine curiosity to the question.
I laid her down on the closest sofa and spread her legs, nestling myself between them. “If it means I get to see your sweet pussy, then without a doubt, it’s worth it, Mol.”
She batted her eyelashes at me. “Look at you, using your words. I like this side of you, big guy.”
I pushed her flowing plum-coloured skirt out of the way and ran my hands up and down her bare thighs. “It’s your turn to use your words. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, sticking her tongue between her teeth.
I fished my wallet out of my back pocket and dug around inside. “Oh, thank goodness, I do,” I said, holding up the little square package.
“Do you need some help getting hard again?” she asked, gazing at my spent dick with a look I could only describe as hungry.
She wanted to help. Not one time could I remember a woman ever asking me that. “Let me touch you for a few minutes, and I’ll be ready to go, Mol. Your body does things to me.”
“Touch me anywhere you want, Theo. I’ve been wanting your hands on me for the past five months,” she said with a sigh.
I trailed my fingers up the inside of her thighs, reveling in her smooth skin and light-brown stretch marks. My tongue felt three sizes too big again. “Okay? I mean…is this okay?”
She grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. “I love that you want my consent, big guy, but you have my permission to touch me everywhere. You don’t have to ask,” she said, releasing my fingers.
I continued to trace my way up her thighs, across her hip bones, and over her exposed stomach. I flattened my palm and slid it over one of her breasts, massaging an d groping. My breath came faster, and my cock thickened once again.
I slipped both of my hands under her halter top and squeezed her tits, uttering a groan. “Fuck, Mol. Your tits are amazing. Just the right size to fit in my palms.”
“And I think your cock is the right size to fit in my pussy.” She motioned down to where my dick was at full mast, waiting to find a home in her.
I sat up, ripped open the wrapper, and slid the condom down my length.
“Take my skirt and panties off, then fuck me like I know you do in your dreams.” She lifted her hips.
I grabbed the waistband of her skirt, along with her underwear, and tugged them off in one sweeping motion. Her bare pussy was on display for me, already leaking in anticipation of my touch. The dark strip of hair leading right to it made my dick twitch. What did I do to deserve such a woman?
Her eyes twinkled underneath the lights of the library. “I’m ready when you are.”
Pulling her legs around my hips, I notched my cock at her entrance and lowered my body on top of hers. I wanted to be close to her, touch her, breathe her sweet honeysuckle scent. Slowly, so I could savour the first time, I pushed into her. She enveloped me completely, and I groaned in her ear .
“I’m not going to last long, Mol. Even having already come once, I don’t think I can hold out.”
Her palms travelled up and down my back. “That’s alright. This is about us being together. If you feel good, I feel good.”
I nodded, starting to thrust. Her pussy squeezed my cock, surrounding it with warmth and wetness. Damn. Lasting a respectable time just wasn’t going to happen. At least she wasn’t going to be mad about it. I’d make her come after. That’s what my tongue was for.
“Harder, Theo. Fuck me harder,” Molly cried out from beneath me, nails digging into my back.
I picked up the pace, already experiencing the familiar pull of climax in the pit of my stomach.
“Bite me. Mark me. Right here.” She put her hand on her neck. “And here.” She trailed her fingers to her breast. “And here.” She moved them further down to her ribs. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
I did as I was told, not wanting to hurt her but also dying to have her flesh between my teeth. Starting at her ribs, I bit down, and she bucked against my pumping hips.
“Yes, more,” she cried out.
“Fuck, Mol. You’re gonna make me come,” I grunted, loving all her little moans and yelps.
I yanked up her halter top and bit her bare breast, licking at her nipple and rolling it across my tongue.
“Fuck, Theo. Again. Harder,” she whimpered .
Hell, she was hot.
Once more, I bit down on her plump tit and was rewarded with the sweetest sound as she threw her head back and groaned.
I was about ten seconds away from unloading but still had to give her what she wanted. Pistoning my hips in a frenzy, I bit down on the crook of her neck, and she clawed at my shoulders, letting a breathy moan break from her lips.
“Come for me, Theo. Come all over my asshole,” she called.
My brain had to play catch-up, but my hands already knew what to do. I pulled out, snapped off the condom, and pumped my fist around my cock. Aiming it at her tight ring of muscle, I unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum across her ass.
I slowed my breathing, trying to calm down. Was that the sexiest thing I’d ever done? Yeah, probably. Never come on a girl’s asshole before, but I was glad for that. The first time was with Molly. I wanted the rest of my firsts to be with her, too.
“Come here, you big lug,” she said, beckoning me to her with a finger.
I lowered myself into her arms, careful not to crush her with our notable size difference.
“Remember that scene in the country romance we read two weeks ago? Where the cowboy is begging for the damsel’s forgiveness?” she whispered in my ear .
Closing my eyes, I thought about which scene she was referring to. The cowboy messed up, groveled at her feet, and then— “The scene where he licks her pussy while fingering her asshole?” I asked, wanting to make sure I remembered correctly.
She nodded against the side of my face. I liked her soft cheek against my thick beard.
I swallowed. “You want me to do that to you?”
She grabbed my cheeks between her hands and lifted my face in front of hers. “So much, Theo. But only if you want to, too.”
I nodded, my face still pressed between her palms. “I can do that.”
Her giggle filled the empty library, and she released my cheeks. “Use your cum as lube. Push it inside me and tell me I’m yours.”
“Who…are you?” I asked, stunned at the vixen beneath me. All this time, I thought we were friends. Just friends. But she’d been wanting more.
“I’m your girlfriend, obviously. Now get down there and please me, Theo,” she said with a lick of her lips.
I tucked myself away in my pants and scooted down the couch. My girlfriend . The sound of that was music to my ears. Earth-shattering, heart-stopping music.
Lowering myself to her pussy, I took a second to admire each beautiful part—and I was the one lucky enough to eat it. I lapped at her, running my tongue up and down her slit, sucking at her juices, eating her until she was squirming against my beard.
“Fingers,” she breathed, reminding me.
I circled my finger around her asshole, gathering my cum, and gently pushed into her. She exhaled, and her muscles relaxed. Pressing in further, she bucked against my touch.
“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling,” she whispered.
“I’m so fucking lucky to be touching you. I want my cum inside every one of your holes, filling you up, making you mine,” I said, pumping my finger in and out of her.
Was that too much?
“Fuck yes. More. More,” she called out.
Her enthusiasm spurred me on. “Your cunt is so perfect. I wanna bury my tongue in it every fucking night so I can hear you moan my name.”
Her hands flew into her hair. “Every night, Theo. I’m yours.”
“You’re mine,” I growled, diving back into her luscious cunt.
Holding my tongue firm against her clit, I turned my head side to side, keeping a feverish pace while I pulled my finger from her ass to gather more of my cum.
“Two fingers now,” she said around a low groan.
As gently as I could, I pushed two of my thick fingers insi de her, keeping pace on her clit with my tongue. Her hips rocked against my face, and I kept going, kept pumping, kept eating until her thighs clamped around my head in a vice, and the most beautiful scream filled the silent room.
I removed my fingers from her but continued to lick her with a flat, firm tongue. She shivered beneath me as I let her ride out her orgasm.
Her chest heaved, and a musical laugh erupted from her lips. “That is officially the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done in a library. What about you?”
I loved that so much about her—she was always so playful.
I sat up and wiped my beard using the bottom of my sweater. “I once had a book overdue from the library for three years.”
“What?” she yelled, sitting up beside me. “Why so long? How did you ever get hired at a library with that kind of record?”
“Back in high school, my little sister checked the book out using my account, then promptly lost it. I didn’t realize it until I was getting ready to graduate three years later, and they held my diploma ransom for unpaid library fees.”
She scooped up her skirt and underwear. “Did that seriously happen?”
I placed a hand on my heart. “Swear to God. ”
“Well, that’s not naughtier than this,” she said, pulling on her panties and skirt and sitting on my lap.
Wrapping my arms around her, I replied, “I don’t know. Mrs. Aberdeen was really pissed.”
Molly kissed my forehead. “And how pissed would Pam be if she knew we just defiled each other in the Peach Bay Library?”
I nestled into her chest, which was still tacky from my first orgasm. “Oh, she’d be fly-off-the-handle, bite-my-head-off mad. No doubt in my mind.”
“Did she pick the novel for next week’s book club?” she asked, running her fingers through my hair.
Good thing she can’t see my face, because the heat in my cheeks told me I was blushing. “No, actually, uh, I did.”
She gasped, pulling away to look at me. “What did you pick?”
“ The Friend Zone .”
“You! Did! Not!” She punctuated each word with a light slap to my shoulder.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter, and the sound came booming from deep in my chest. “I did. I think I wanted to send you a message.”
She patted his head. “No need, big guy. I knew you liked me. I think the whole town knows you like me. You’re not exactly subtle about it.”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” I fake-grumbled, standing up and putting her over my shoulder. “I’m taking you back to my place.”
“And what are we going to do there?” she mumbled against my back as I walked through the library.
“We’re going to get started on The Friend Zone, so we come prepared to have better talking points than Angela next week,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“We always have better talking points than Angela.”
Was it possible to hear someone roll their eyes? Because I’m sure that’s what I just heard from Molly.
“Well then, it won’t take long, and we can find other ways to entertain each other.”
She drummed on my ass. “Like fucking all night?”
I set her down in front of the front entrance, flipping off the lights. “I was thinking about watching a movie and holding your hand, but that sounds good too.”
She grinned at the suggestion. “Oh, let’s do that. We could watch Just Friends or No Strings Attached or 13 Going on 30. ”
I tucked a dark strand behind her ear. “I’m sensing a theme, Mol.”
“I want to make sure you know I want to be more than just friends,” she said, gaze falling to where her toes kicked at the tile floor.
Tilting her chin up to meet my eyes, I said, “Then maybe we sho uld watch Crazy, Stupid, Love . How about that?”
“Is that how you really feel?” she asked, staring at me with those eyes like obsidian, so full of promise.
I was hers, and she was mine. Crazy, Stupid, Love was exactly how I felt. Crazy lucky that she liked me, stupidly head over heels for her, and love—well, that was obvious. I’d been in love with her since she walked into the After Hours Book Club.
“With all my heart.”