Between Us Novels & Stories

It was never boring to say the least. During our brief pause we shared a quiet moment—no words, just an unspoken understanding. We had always communicated well, but over time, it had become something deeper. Now, we didn’t need to speak to know we were all feeling the same thing. We steadied our heart rates and we were ready to head back. This time I paced them a bit longer but, of course, I had to show off. Around mile 10, I tapped into my second wind and again - dusted them.

She stepped out, brushing past him on purpose. The packhouse loomed ahead — three stories tall, clean lines, dark windows. Wolves moved like shadows inside, their energy unmistakable even from a distance. Riley’s skin prickled. It had been years since she’d felt a bond link, even a fractured one. It was like hearing a song you hated but still knew every word to. She swallowed hard. “Your room’s upstairs,” Jaxon said as they entered the house. “Left side. Top floor. It locks from the inside. We’re not animals.”

“Good.” We sit there, the moment stretching on longer than I expected, neither of us moving, neither of us speaking. I don’t know what this means, what any of this means, but I know one thing for certain: this—this strange, fragile thing between us—is something neither of us can ignore. And for now, it’s enough.

That alone stands as a major explanation as to why this is Britney Spear's 'criminal'. "You're staring," Hailey chuckled after hearing what Edward said. She really can't defend herself from that, because it was not an accusation. It's a fact. She has been staring at Edward since he started to treat the tip of her index finger. Edward looked at Hailey's and the moment their eyes met, it was like a bridge was built connecting both their minds. All that they could think of was how much they wanted each other. It was like a question built-in, and the answer is 'you'.

“At least you noticed.” A quiet laugh escaped him. There wasn't much humor in it. “I noticed.” “And?” He shrugged. “I suppose we're both expected to pretend this is normal.” That made me pause. I studied him. Maybe he wasn't as comfortable with this as I thought. “Our parents seem to think it makes sense,” he continued. Our parents. Not us. “Do you want this?” I asked. Justin looked at me. His expression changed. For half a second, something flickered across his face.

“On a date.” The word hung between us for a second, almost foreign in the context of everything we had already done. We had argued, wanted, fought, and fallen into each other with enough intensity to burn through whole nights. What we had not done was something simple. Something deliberate. Something that belonged only to the two of us without the shadow of the office or the family or the people already waiting for us to slip. Aurora closed the book slowly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Inside, the question of what still belonged to us had found a temporary answer that felt fragile and necessary at the same time. His mother reached for one of the older bound volumes stacked at the far end of the table. She opened it to a marked page, then turned the book so both of us could see. A single photograph had been fixed to the paper with clear corners that had yellowed at the edges. The image showed two children standing on a sidewalk in front of a building neither of us recognized. The girl on the left held a book against her chest. The boy on the right looked slightly away from the camera, one hand in his pocket. We were maybe eight and nine. We had not met yet in any memory eit

Back on Earth, Ava stood quietly before her large bedroom window, looking out at the city. At that exact, identical moment, miles away, Luca stood beneath the endless sky, looking out toward the exact same horizon. They were miles apart physically, abiding by the old traditions of the night before, yet they were profoundly, beautifully connected. Between them, the conceptual bond of their souls glowed with a soft, iridescent light. It was a silent promise. A beautiful forever. Ava slowly closed her eyes, a radiant smile gracing her lips. *Tomorrow.* Luca looked toward the distant horizon, his chest rising with a deep, unburdened breath. *Tomorrow.*

About whether I'd be able to maintain any distance at all once there was none left between us. About rule five, and how it might be the rule that destroyed us both.

Me and Erica both stare at each other and we both said in disbelief "WHAT??". ME and HER.... under one roof ,alone... *********----------*********