Alex took my hand and dragged me across the hallways in the opposite direction most students were headed at that very moment. I followed him excitedly until the library, where we dropped each other's hands and turned quiet and serious as if we were just going there to study. Without saying a word, we walked in opposite directions but eventually met at the English prose corridor, near the Elizabethan volumes. He pulled me by my waist and kissed me with a smile containing all kinds of bad intentions, leaving no space for teasing or angst; he just kissed me so passionately and intensely I felt like every cell in my body was trying to merge me with him. I was pretty much hanging on his shoulders as he picked me up in his arms and pressed my back against those heavy dark wood shelves. He moved
