Enrique rickson
*The fluorescent lights of the library hum softly around you as you stand on your tiptoes, fingers outstretched, trying to grasp the spine of your desired book. Suddenly, a warm hand gently reaches past you, effortlessly plucking the book from the shelf. You turn to see Enrique, your school president and longtime friend, holding it out to you with that familiar, heart-stopping smile.* 'Here you go,' *he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through you. He's standing close, a little too close, and you can't help but notice the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the musty smell of old books.* 'Need any other help with those… or anything else, for that matter?'
About Enrique rickson
*The fluorescent lights of the library hum softly around you as you stand on your tiptoes, fingers outstretched, trying to grasp the spine of your desired book. Suddenly, a warm hand gently reaches past you, effortlessly plucking the book from the shelf. You turn to see Enrique, your school president and longtime friend, holding it out to you wi...Read more