Amoureux À Longue Distance Novels & Stories

Something I'm really good at, and that is science. "You're not gonna hit me for ruining your life?" He chuckles as his nose travels from my ear to the curve of my neck. He's been touching me non-stop ever since he fucked me against the wall, like I might disappear if he can't feel me. I know how he feels. After two months apart, I'm constantly hungry for him. Even more than what I was before. Maybe there's some truth to the saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder. He turns me around in his arms, and the wind blows my hair like a halo around us. It feels like we're the only two people in the world, even though I know Thomas is somewhere with his eyes on us.

Instead, the ache spreads through my chest and down my arms as if my body has become a conduit for a choice I did not make. I close my eyes. Not to see her. To hold myself steady. Love creates conduction. It is not romance. It is physics. Proximity changes what can be felt. Connection makes some things audible that were silent before. I have lived outside that kind of conduction for so long that I mistook it for invulnerability. It was only distance. And distance, once breached, cannot be pretended back into place. I think of her, not as image, but as presence.

A forced smile stretched across my face, mimicking the joy I desperately wanted to feel. "Wow, that's amazing, Jon! Congratulations!" I exclaimed, my voice strained and brittle. He offered a smile that never reached his eyes. "It's going to be hard," he began, his voice strained. "The distance..." My denial bubbled up, interrupting him. "Boston isn't that far! We can make it work." My voice held a desperate edge. He sighed, his eyes filled with turmoil I couldn't decipher. "Ally, you know how much I need... physical intimacy. Long distance... it wouldn't be fair to either of us."

“I hate this, Aurora. I hate that he gets to be near you every day while I’m stuck here. You’re mine. I need you to remember that.” “I do,” I whispered. “I love you, Theo. Only you.” The call turned scorching. He had me edging for nearly an hour, fingers desperately pumping in and out of my soaked heat while he described claiming me in every position. When I finally came, it was explosive, but tears followed soon after. The distance was fracturing us slowly, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

"I'm sure you read this late, but I just want you to know that despite the impending rain, the moon is bright and the stars are well laid out around it. Amore, I want you to know that I love you every second of my life. I looked out the window, staring at the moon, hoping that you would too. Through the moon peeking behind the clouds, I want you to know that I love you and you are the moon in my dark night. Amore, even though we are far from each other and how many miles are we apart, I want you to know that I love you very much. Always think that we are under the same sky, and set foot in the same world. What's the point of all this if we don't meet again? Amore, while I'm not by your side

His large, powerful hands worked with such patience, his gaze sharp with concentration as if every touch was a calculation not to hurt her. “Why are you so tender, even when you’re angry?” she whispered. “Because I don’t know any other way to love you. Anger, fear, worry they’re all mixed together. I can’t do it halfway.” Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks. She covered her face, sobbing softly. “I was so stupid earlier. I just didn’t want you to misunderstand. I never want distance between us.” Xavier paused, then gently pulled her hands away from her face. “Listen to me. There is no distance between us unless you create it with your fear. Don’t ever run after me again. I won’t leave.

yes. So, it could be said that the start of this relationship wasn't very simple. But he appeared very simple-minded. He was so simple-minded to the extent that his eyes revealed a burning love not long after. Even I couldn't judge its authenticity. Until Wendy Fox appeared.

⸻ Across an ocean, Emery fell asleep in an unfamiliar bed, phone still glowing with Harper’s last message: “Distance doesn’t measure love. Time reveals it.” Across another continent, Harper lay awake, staring at the ceiling, already counting down days without resentment — only anticipation. Both of them understood something new. Love wasn’t about proximity anymore. It was about choice. And they were still choosing each other. ⸻ ✔ Chapter 78 Arc Payoffs • Long-distance relationship officially begins • Proposal arc advances (ring purchased secretly) • Emotional conflict reveals insecurity and communication growth • Parallel career expansion strengthens character development

It’s about the same numbers every single day since his epic fuck up. At this point, dude should get an award for most persistent and apologetic boyfriend. I go through the messages one by one, not missing anyone because as angry as I am with him, I can’t stop loving him like a fool and although they’re more of a punishment than a reprieve, these messages make me feel closer to him. Hearing his voice in my head and imagining his expressions while typing out the messages gives me a sense of closeness to him. The first one is frantic

“Jenny, you’re the only friend I need.” Her frown deepened, almost tragic, before my phone buzzed in my pocket. Expecting a tutoring message, I pulled it out. But unfortunately, It wasn’t tutoring. It was Aaron. My long-distance boyfriend since high school. Recently, he had been distant, cold. My chest tightened like a fist had wrapped around it. Jenny leaned closer, curiosity sparkling. “Ooo, is that loverboy?” I angled the phone away. “Don’t call him that.” “He’s your boyfriend! You’ve been together forever.”