All He Did Was Step Back Novels & Stories

“You’re done.” And for the first time since our encounter, Aurelian took a step back.

The particular kind that came from a very long wait finally ending. He said nothing. He turned and walked back toward the stairs. From Cade Harlow, that was an entire speech.

"I just need to be alone right now!" "Classic Adira!" He scoffs, his shoulders slumped, as he takes a step back. "F*ck me for always trying to help when you seem hurt. I am the backlash guy right? You know what? I'm done being that!" He walked past her, continuing on his journey into the castle.

Diannah;- I watched him stepping towards me with calculating steps and a determined look on his face, I stepped back while gulping hard and sensing the change in the air around me. I tried to show the fear which began to rise inside my chest as his past actions rushed to my mind, “Wh-What are you doing?” I asked while stepping back from him, “Stop,” I said while pressing my back to the tree, “Gab-Gabriel,” I stuttered,

I sat there for a second, stunned, staring after him as he strode up the steps without looking back. The fuck just happened?

I gasped and took a step backward without even realizing. He noticed the way I backed away slightly, so he let out a small faint smile, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as his gaze lingered on me; “Why are you stepping back? Come here and ride this cock. I’ve paid you, and I even went as far as shaving you. I think stepping back should be the last thing you want to attempt.” He said, his voice almost a low, dangerous whisper. I felt scared before I even understood what was happening. My chest tightened, and I stood there unsure of what to do.

I backed away from him as I took another feeble step back. "Wh-What are you d-doing?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just growing stuff on my potato farm," he said, his words dripping heavily with sarcasm. I took unstable steps backward, away from him and he took stable ones forward, towards me. The irony. I backed against the wall and pressed myself against it; the cold tiles grazed the back of my shirt, making goosebumps trail over the back of my neck. I unfolded my arms and dropped them to my sides.

I thought: I should step back. I thought it in the specific and clear way of a thought that arrives and is recognized as accurate and is not acted on, that exists in the territory of knowing and does not translate into the particular and physical territory of doing. I did not step back. I looked at him. I said his name. "Julian."

I tried to stand, but my legs betrayed me, shaking like they'd never been used. "Stay..." he breathed. "I'll be right back." So there I was, watching his retreating figure with my heart heavy. What did I just do?

I said just to feel safe around him He walked close to me and I walked backwards, each step he made towards me I made same backwards. I wasn’t sure what he was up to and if it was sex I wasn’t ready. I kept walking backwards as he walked towards me until I got caught up by the wall and leaned on it. He walked up to me and smiled “what’s wrong, you’re no longer moving and I’ve caught you”