Novel & Cerita And I Just Can't Pull Myself Away

I was suddenly aware of how close he was. I told myself to pull away. I didn’t. And that confused me a whole lot more.

And all I could think was: I’m not walking away this time.

I couldn’t trust myself to do the same again. I sighed, shaking my head and taking a step back from her. “You should stay away from me,” I warned. “No.” She answered flatly, shaking her head and taking a step forward to me. “You should.” “I will not,” she reported, shaking her head stubbornly and holding my gaze. “I’m afraid I can’t get my mind of you. I can’t stop thinking about o and how you touch me. So I’m sorry but I can’t stay away.”

Only that… I didn't know how I made it out of the hospital. By the time I reached home, my voice had been cried hoarse—I couldn't make a sound. Inside, I took out a sheet of stationery and wrote down everything I hadn't finished yet. Tasks I hoped Quentin would complete for me… for the sake of our marriage, if nothing else. After checking again and again that I hadn't missed anything, I picked up my luggage and left the compound. A guard, just ending his shift, hurried over and offered to carry my bags.

I tried my best not to look at him walking away , but with every step he took away , I just wanted to look at him but I knew better to hold myself . This guy was one a billion , he was so fucking hot and I just can’t imagine how crazy it would be to be under that but ,

You have to stop pushing me away. I gulped and tried to take a deep breath. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready.

Thoughts of Carolina spring into my head, unbidden; I'm too addicted to avoid them. Fuck. I'm starting to wonder if I'm beyond help.

“God knows I should’ve walked away. I should’ve stopped what I was doing the night I saw you in the kitchen.” His chest rises and falls in a sigh. “But I didn’t. I couldn’t even if I tried.” Pulling me closer until our breaths mingle, he whispers, “There’s something about you I haven’t been able to turn away from. That I can’t let go of, that I don’t want to lose.”

I won’t let them see me cry. At the edge of the clearing, I pause for a moment and glance back. Bran is already turned away, speaking to one of the visiting dignitaries as if nothing happened. As if I don’t exist. As if the bond means nothing. The pull is still there, strong and constant. It tries to drag me back. But I push it down, forcing it deep where it can’t reach me. I turn and walk away.

And I know I can’t take this away. Even if it hurts. Even if it breaks something in me. They’re falling for him. And I can’t stop it.