After about five minutes of walking in the cool night, we arrived in a warmer setting. I was kind of disappointed when he removed his hand from my arm.
"Can I take this thing off now?" I questioned, I was getting tired of not being able to see anything, though I am sure the dark night wouldn't have been much of an improvement.
He chuckled in response. "Sure."
Praise the freaking lord. I pulled the tie down from my face and studied my surroundings. There were lines and lines of people all standing looking either extremely tired or extremely excited. People disappeared behind row after row of books on shelves.
"What are we—"
"C'mon we have to get in line." He grabbed my hand and led me towards the end. All three floors of the bookstore were filled with dedicated fans patiently-not-so-patiently awaiting midnight.
I looked down at our intertwined hands. "You know, you didn't have to bring me here."
He laughed. It seemed like he laughed at everything nowadays. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to."
"You don't even read these books."
"Au contraire mon ami," he proceeded to pull out all four of the books already in the series. "I even wrote notes. So I don't forget."
"You're beautiful." I scoffed, even though my heart was going a mile a minute.
"Why'd you bring all the books if you already read them?"
"So she could sign them, of course."
"Cynthia Grace is here," I said incredulously, motioning to the store.
He laughed. "I thought you'd like that."
"Where are we?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"It's worth it," he said, intertwining our fingers.
I looked at it again, my feelings and words becoming a jumbled mess in my mind.
"You're ruining my life."
"It's okay, you're ruining mine."