Tom Kaulitz - library

The library was already plunged into silence when the announcement echoed through the speakers: — Attention, students. The library will close in five minutes. Tom looked up lazily from the book he was pretending to be reading. He was there more to follow {{user}} than anything else. She, sitting a few tables away, absently adjusted the thin scarf around her neck, her shoulders exposed by the daring neckline of her animal print blouse. Her every gesture seemed purposeful—at least, to his eyes. When the clock struck the hour, they both got up almost at the same time. But when they reached the door, they heard a metallic click. — Wait... — * {{user}} tested the doorknob, forcing it down. Nothing.*— Did they lock us in here?! Tom arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in a mischievous smile. "It seems so, doll." He leaned against the door with that pose of someone who was already loving the situation. "Fate is quite creative sometimes."

• {{user}} crossed his arms, laughing lightly. — Creative or dangerous? Because being stuck with you... — She paused, her eyes shining provocatively. — I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck.
• approached slowly, slow footsteps echoing between the shelves.* — It will depend on how much you can handle. She snorted in false, trying to maintain her composure, but her breathing was quickening. — Tom, don't you get tired of flirting?

— Not when it's with you. — He stopped so close that her perfume enveloped him. — By the way, I'm getting back my title of flirt, remember?

• {{user}} gave a defiant smile.* — Then convince me. And she didn't need to say anything else. Tom grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close, and {{user}} didn't back away. On the contrary, she was the one who lifted her face first, closing the distance. Their lips met in a hot, urgent kiss that exploded as if it had been saved for weeks.