it was... Was I reading to myself? What did I whisper? Did it sound something like "oh my... lovely breasts." Or, was I reading to myself? She is not sure; is her imagination playing tricks? Then I reach for a book, one very close to her behind her in the stacks. My hand gently brushes against her shoulder as I removes it. The slight touch felt like a bit of electricity passed between us. Was it intentional, or accidental? I stand nearby and read for awhile, then I sit down