So it was a musty huge library that did it this time. no alcohol, no music, no overlooking waiters. just racks of dusty books and fading lights. there was a comfortable reading sofa though. so it took off where the last one stopped. there was no explanation, no stories.
she put it perfectly, it is a search for comfort more than attraction.
but there is the difference you see, attraction has its own attraction.
"when i am with you, i am in a different world" she said, different from the world we are running away from, the world we'd rather be in, the world we should ideally be conquering.