Novel & Cerita Always Leave Them Wanting More

Something I couldn’t have, but something I couldn’t seem to stop wanting, either. One other thing that struck a new within me was how she said, "I’m just glad I can be there for him, help him take back control over his life and when he finally doesn't need me anymore I will leave." The word Leave echoed in my mind long after she’d spoken it. Leave? Leave this house? Leave Seb? Leave... me? No. The thought of her walking away...just like that was unbearable. And yet, in a way, I knew I had no right to feel that way. She wasn’t mine. Not now.

“Leave me alone.” He laughed on the other end. “Unfortunately for you, I cannot do such a thing,” he replied coolly. “Now that I had a taste of you, I want more and there is no amount of pushing you can do that will make me stop pursuing you. I want you to get that in your head that you are mine until I say otherwise.”

He moves, his body reaching mine, grabbing me, my body shakes slightly. “You said you wanted more; do you still have no idea how much more?” Looking at him, I shake my head in confusion; I wish it were easy to answer. “Okay, well, why do you think you want or need more?” His voice is seductive. “I don't know, just no matter what you have done, I've enjoyed it, but I always feel like something is missing, almost like there should be more to come after and like I am not getting everything, and I am not getting all of you.” That is the best way I can explain it; I can't figure it out myself.

Just present. Just endless.

One duty to the next. So, of course they’re eager to hear from him again. Of course they’re watching him more than me. Of course he’s the one they remember fondly—he left. People always love the ones who leave. Not the ones who stay or…don’t quite fit the mold. I take another breath, deeper this time, but it doesn't help. The ache in my stomach sharpens, blooming behind my ribs like winter spreading through glass. Still. He hasn't done anything wrong.

"I love you..." "Don't," I choke quietly and look up at her. "Don't leave me with a sappy goodbye. I don't want it to be like a final goodbye and I never see you again. It's bad enough that you're leaving and I won't get this for another seven months. I won't have you here with me through all the crazy cravings and the kicking..."

Ava heard the shower close and after a few minutes he was standing in front of her, looking as fresh as the first shower of rain with his cheeks glowing with merriment, pupils smiling satisfactorily and lips curving into a defeated grin as he strode toward her while working on the buttons of his shirt. "I'm leaving. You happy now?" in order to tease him, she vigorously bobbed her head as he reached for his phone from the bedside table. "Fine, I am leaving." he threw his annoyance at her and walked to the door of her room as he acted to be disappointed and dissatisfied. "But,"

he wAnted to move away but i didn,t let him. "no please i don,t want to go back right now they will then not let me meet you and will make me stay away from you . please lets not get back just hold me please " "suddenly i was scooped up in his arms . "what are you doing " "no matter how much i want to be here with you but we can,t , beacuse if we stay a little longer it will be hard for me to control my self , we have to go baby and you have to wait just one more day and then no one can come betwen us it will be you and me "

"And you do?" "My mother." The word fell like a stone. "She wanted someone else. She built a life, built me, and then she wanted something else and she left. Not because she didn't love us. Because wanting is stronger than love. Wanting is—" He stopped. His hands were shaking, she saw, the fine tremor he hid from everyone, the reason he drew instead of painted, precision instead of expression. "I built you to need me because need is honest. Need stays. Want leaves."

No disappearing acts, no leaving you hanging like that again. Thank you for your patience, your loyalty, and your engagement. I'll see you soon, besties!🤍