She made to leave but a calloused hand reached out to hers and pulled her down the nearest stack of books. He backed her up against a small table at the end of the row and caged her between his arms. Gods he smelled good. Like cinnamon, and apples, and grass after it rained. She held her breath and tried to avert her eyes, but everywhere she looked, there he was, his large frame completely engulfing her smaller one.