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The words on the page blurred. Gretta’s breath hitched, her focus narrowing to the heat between her thighs. Her finger traced a slow, secret circle, the library’s silence amplifying the slick sound of her own arousal. She was so lost in the fictional touch she didn’t hear the soft jingle of keys, or notice the shift in the air as a pair of calm, grey eyes observed her from the end of the stacks.