Always You Novels & Stories

“Sometimes I can’t believe you are real. That you want to take care of me like this. That you forgive me every time I mess up.” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. They were soft now, full of everything he rarely said aloud but always showed. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every bratty moment, every tear, every perfect surrender—it all makes you ‘you’. And I love every single part. There is nothing to forgive, little one. You are human. You push, you test, you need. And I will always be here to catch you. Always.”

All the years of frustration, all the jealousy, all the hidden longing—they all poured out in that embrace. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, just enough for me to look into his eyes. “You mean it?” he asked, voice trembling. “Every word,” I said, smiling despite the heaviness in my chest. “You’re mine, Elias. Only mine.” His lips quirked into a small, hesitant smile. “And you’re mine?” “Always,” I said, leaning down to press my lips to his once more.

“I’ll play this game with you anytime…you are some hot ladies. I think I like what the weed does to you…crazy imagination…but I won, right? “Seems like we all won, right? “Sure enough…hot stuff I’ll never forget, that’s for sure,” Debbie said. “Me too…me too…”

When I, Caleb Davis, got back from a business trip, I found that I could no longer open my bedroom door. Dad poked his head out of the kitchen. "Stop knocking. Michael Zeller and his family are staying there." I froze momentarily. "Then where am I supposed to sleep?" "Just make do with the couch for a couple of nights." He said it so casually, as if the couch had always been my place. When I pushed open the living room door, I found all my books, clothes, and photo albums packed into cardboard boxes and stacked in the corner of the balcony. Michael came out of my bedroom wearing the pajamas I had bought for myself just last year. He smiled and praised my parents for being such gracio

The game continued. And this time, every touch was a promise kept. Hey, I love you, too. The game continued. “I will always cling to you” Alaways……

My husband, Ace Hensley, has always been meticulous about ranking his life by priority. On our shared calendar, red meant non-negotiable, yellow meant flexible, and gray meant it could be pushed back at any time. His mom's birthday was red. Dinner with friends was yellow. Anything involving me was always gray. For seven years, I had always come last. On our wedding anniversary, I waited at the restaurant until the candles burned down to nothing. He pushed our dinner to the following week and sent me a voice message. "Peyton Griffin is a germaphobe. She wouldn't let the movers touch her boxes, so I went to help. You're the most understanding. We'll make it up another day." I stared at t