This is such an engrossing piece of writing. What beautiful language you have used to bring your story to life. “His touch is similar to a cat’s tongue, scratchy like sandpaper, yet not utterly repulsive either.” I particularly love this line as I can imagine the feeling of this man’s hand if I were to shake it myself.
The only critique I would make is to just be aware of your word choices and grammar. For example, in the sentence “a few old and tattered books was all my heart needed to see”, the “was” should be replaced with were. I think just reading over what you have written before you post it is a simple and effective way to reduce these sorts of mistakes.