"I want books. Lots of books. Thousands of books collected in a small closet of a room with a cozy worn-in armchair stuck in the corner that only I sit in. I want to plant myself in that brown leather seat and inhale the overpowering scent of inked paper beneath leather binding, and know that there is so much more to learn within those walls - so much more to experience. Does that make me completely bizarre?" Roxanne asked breathlessly.
He stared at her for a moment. And there, within his eyes, she saw something that she wasn't ready to admit existed.
"No," Carter finally whispered. "It makes you absolutely captivating." Which made him absolutely love her.
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