One day after reading the same sentence for the umpteenth time she took his hand. Their eyes met, and they knew they must…if only this once. Their need for each other was too great. They hurried deep into the stacks, back into the bowels of the library where few ever tread. Back to where the light was dimmed and the older volumes were kept. Once there they embraced. With a shared smile, their lips found each other as they seemed to melted into one. The outside world faded and all that was left was the two of them, the heat that radiated off of them, and the urgent lust that demanded to be satisfied. Their caresses held urgency as they lost themselves in each other. There was always that chance they would be discovered which fueled their passion even more. In that one moment, they were the only two people that existed. They could have been anywhere even on a beach at sunset.
Ten years later they are happily married and she visits the library weekly with their daughter for story time. Even now, the smell of old books reddens her cheeks and makes her deliciously hot. Only her husband knows what went on in the stacks all those years ago. Only he knows how the smell of old books still affects her. Those long ago moments surrounded by old books were the single most erotic moment of her life. It is a memory her fantasies have been based on ever since.
This is a fictional tale written for the Write Tribe Wednesday writing prompt "the smell of old books".