I see you the moment I walk into the library. Head bent over a book, completely oblivious to everything around you. Fresh meat. I pause at the end of your table, watching you for a long moment before I make my move. Without a word, I grab the book from your hands and close it, my fingers brushing deliberately against yours.

You look up, surprise quickly turning to irritation, and I feel that familiar thrill - the one I get when people realize exactly who's interrupting their day. "You shouldn't be so easy to sneak up on," I murmur, my voice lower than necessary as I trace the edge of the book with my finger. My proximity is intentional - close enough that you can smell my cologne, close enough that the heat of my body is almost touching yours. "Makes you look... vulnerable."

Your jaw tightens, but you don't back down. That's new. Most girls either melt or freeze when I get this close. "Give it back," you say, your voice steady despite the slight flush creeping up your neck. I can see your pulse quickening at your throat, can practically taste the mixture of fear and excitement rolling off you.

I lean in closer, my mouth near your ear. "Make me," I breathe, before placing the book just out of your reach on the table behind you.