Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"On my heart, where you're resting your head And you just look so beautiful It's like you were an angel Can I stop the flow of time? Can I swim in your divine? 'Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place."
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Ingrid's POV
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We sat in the corner of the library peacefully as there were not a lot of people around. Tristian watched me silently as I walked around the shelves and pulled out a few books that either caught my interest or that I wanted him to try. I placed them on the table silently and he picked them up slowly.
" These are some... rather interesting choices, doll. " He muttered, and I smiled as I knew he was confused from my range of inspirational books to a few Harry Potter ones. I walked over with the last few and placed them on the table. I looked over to the corner to see a small reading nook that had a fireplace, a bean bag, and an overall comfy aesthetic.. It looked so cozy and the library was a little cold as well. I grabbed his hand unconsciously and he glanced up at me in question as he tilted his head.
" What is it, baby.. " He asked and I glanced down at his fingers as I mustered up the courage to speak.
" I.. I want you to read to me. " I whispered softly looking up at him through my eyelashes and he smiled as he stood up and nodded over to the books.
" Choose the one you want me to read.. " He said and I nodded excitedly as I chose the first Harry Potter book in the series. We walked over to the nook and he sat in the bean bag comfortably. Biting my lip as I looked for a place to sit, he caught me by surprise as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit on his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder comfortably as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I blushed as I played with his fingers and his rings as he got comfortable, and soon he let out a laugh as he placed the book to the side. I looked up at him in question and he grinned.
