Between Them Novels & Stories

The growing connection between them was undeniable. Each of them went to their rooms, their hearts and minds filled with a myriad of emotions. They lay in the quiet darkness, their thoughts entwined, pondering the evolving dynamics of their relationship.

His gaze seemed to become more and more dangerous. Both are brave and don't seem to want to beat each other. They stared intently and didn't care if they could grab the attention of people passing by around us. I was the one who couldn't stand the terrible tension between the two of them so I stepped in between them to intervene.

The space between them had already begun to close, the slow burn of something deeper settling between them, unspoken but undeniable. And for now, that was enough.

She doesn't break and so I spill the rest of the gist and her face positively lightens up. "Finally." She tells me. "You guys are finally wisening up, what the hell are you waiting for go the fuck to your man." She all but pushes me out and I'm sprinting off to his apartment, he's not there meaning one place, his soccer practice, I run and manage to catch up just as they round off, by instinct our eyes seem to meet and that one look says it, I take tentative steps not stopping until we're close enough to hear our collective breaths.

And then, at last, they pulled away, both of them panting, their foreheads against each other's, the world outside still and silent except for the sound of their two breaths together. The silence between them was no longer awkward or tentative. It bristled with hope, it was alive with the knowledge that they were no longer in fear of what might happen next.

She walks beside him, a careful distance between them, both pretending that distance means nothing. They head back toward their room in silence. But their hands brush once, accidental. Soft. Barely there. Both of them feel it. Neither mentions it.

Outside the city fell away behind them. And in the seat between them, that foot of space stayed exactly as it was — but something in it had changed. Something neither of them named. Something that had no business existing between two people in the middle of this much wreckage. It existed anyway.

Possessive. Protective. Maxwell’s throat tightens slightly. “She already lasted,” he says quietly. The Break Madison freezes. The room stills. Because that— That wasn’t supposed to happen. Not from him. Not like that. The Shift Between Them For the first time— There’s something different between them. Not attraction. Not excitement. Not even guilt. Just tension. Uneasy. Unspoken. Unavoidable. Because suddenly— They are no longer standing on the same side.

I spent twenty hours on a train in coach, traveling more than 1,800 miles to see Harry Berger. I texted him to vent. "I'm so tired. My back feels like it’s about to break." It took him more than ten minutes to reply. "So? Do you want me to praise you for it, or feel sorry for you? "I didn’t make you come. You bought the ticket yourself, too. Don’t act like everyone owes you something." I stared at those words. The "I miss you" sticker I had intended to send remained unsent. Then he sent me an airport location. "Gemma heard you were coming and bought a ticket at the last minute. She wants to meet up with us. She has a lot of luggage, so I’m going to pick her up first since I’ll be pass

She swept out of the shop without another word, the bell above the door chiming sharply behind her, leaving Dare and me standing in the sudden quiet, the argument still hanging unfinished and raw between us. "Isla," he said finally, voice quieter now, careful. "I don't know how to get this right with you. Every time I try, it turns out to be the wrong thing." "Maybe there isn't a right thing," I said, the fight draining out of me all at once, leaving only exhaustion behind. "Maybe we're just two people who keep hurting each other no matter what we choose." He didn't argue. He just watched me, something helpless and heavy in his expression, and for a long moment, neither of us said anything e