Time flies after Wyatt and I start our secret relationship. We spend a lot of time together, our study sessions become study dates. Studying is a good cover for us as everyone knows Wyatt takes studying very seriously so no one would be surprised that we spend a lot of time studying together. We mostly have our study dates at my place, where we don’t have to be careful about prying eyes. 

Today we need to get some research material from the campus library, though, so we try to keep a low profile. It helps that everyone in the library is busy with their own stuff, so they don’t really pay attention to us too much. Wyatt and I are sitting next to each other at a table, surrounded by stacks of books. We're supposed to be picking out some that have suitable references, but I’m too distracted by being close to him. I pretend to skim through one of the books, but I don’t take in a single word in it, because I’m slowly inching my knee closer to Wyatt’s. I discreetly look around, as I move my leg the last bit so that our knees touch under the table. If anyone saw it they probably wouldn’t think much of it, it’s cramped so touching legs while studying together could happen to anyone. As soon as my knee bumps into his, it feels exciting, it’s partly the thrill of secretly touching him and partly just because I want to be near him all the time. I never knew something so small as brushing fingers or knees could feel like such a big thing. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be close to someone else this much before. It’s like we’re magnets, constantly drawn to each other, at least I am. Wyatt is a bit more cautious, but I can tell he’s having a hard time focusing on anything else than our knees touching, too. 

Before we leave the library, Wyatt insists that we put back the books we’re not going to check out in their right places. 

“But, there’s like a cart for that, though”, I keep my voice low as I point to the cart. 

“Yeah, but it’s a lot of work for the staff”, Wyatt says as he collects the books we decided wouldn’t be useful for our assignment. 

I personally think that’s what the staff is getting paid for, but I shrug it off, he’s right. It is a nice thing to do, I guess. I pick up some books as well, to help Wyatt out. We make our way through shelf after shelf, Wyatt leading the way and knowing exactly where each book goes. If I had to do it myself, it would take forever because I absolutely do not remember from which shelf we picked them when we first got here. 

We find ourselves at the very back of the library. Wyatt is putting the last book back on the shelf. Suddenly, it dawns on me that we’re alone, just the two of us. At the back of the library, hidden from view, in the last book aisle. It’s an opportunity too good to not take. As Wyatt turns back to me, I give him a meaningful look. 

“What?”, Wyatt whispers, ever conscious that we are in the library so keeping our voices down is a must. 

“No one can see us here”, I whisper back as I take a step towards him. 

“Here? Umm.. are you sure?”, Wyatt gets the hint but looks around cautiously. 

We are still very aware that we are in the campus library so we don’t go too crazy, just steal a few kisses, while giggling and constantly looking around to see that no one is coming our way. We can’t afford to linger, though, as it could arouse suspicion. 

We pack our bags and get ready to go, “accidentally” brushing our fingers so often we’re basically holding hands at that point. Quickly dragging our hands far away from each other anytime someone walks past or looks our way. 

As we take the elevator down from the library, we have the perfect excuse to be squeezed up next to each other, since it’s crowded. Leaning against Wyatt’s side can easily be explained away. I smile a little to myself. Wyatt and I are standing at the very back of the elevator, so everyone’s backs are to us, so we risk it and secretly hold hands. Of course immediately letting go when people start getting off the elevator. 

Time goes by like this for a while. Secret hand holding, quick stolen kisses and “accidental” touches. It feels exciting and new, every touch is thrilling and I catch myself smiling more often than I ever thought possible.