Book Body Talk Novels & Stories

Something real, and something that trusted me enough to be real in front of. I picked up my book. After a moment, he picked up his. We read in the same space for an hour. Somewhere around the forty-minute mark I noticed that my shoulders had come down. Not dramatically — just the slow release of a body that had been bracing for weeks and had quietly, without announcement, decided it didn't need to anymore. Not because everything was safe. Because in this specific room, with this specific person, the bracing was costing more than it was protecting.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

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I sat there until the November light went out of the window, and then I sat there in the dark, and at some point I noticed I was crying quietly, without any of the dramatics the body sometimes gives a person, just water moving down my face the way water moves down a face when the body has, finally, been given a thing it had been carrying for two months and decided to put down. I was crying because he had been in the bookstore. I was crying because he had spoken first. I was crying because he had spoken to the book and not to me, and the speaking-to-the-book was the most exact thing anyone had said to me in a long time. I was crying because Eddie Doyle had been right the night before, and wro

He’s cataloguing me the way he catalogues an essay – noting which passages produce the strongest reaction and filing them for later annotation. “Knox finds the obvious spots,” he says, and his voice is quiet enough that I have to strain to hear it even though his mouth is six inches from my ear. “The clit, the g-spot, the neck. He’s not wrong – they work. But they’re the thesis statement of your body. I’m interested in the footnotes.” His fingers find a spot on the inside of my hip bone that I didn’t know was connected to anything and press in a slow circle, and my hips jerk forward against the desk and a sound leaks out of me that’s embarrassingly loud in the quiet office.

Arian’s pov Kael really has the nerve to talk to me about help. Why would I even let him help me? He thinks his hot body would make me fall for his tricks. I snorted as I walked to the book club meeting room. As I entered, the heavy silence washed over me. The room was quieter than usual. Not the cozy kind of quiet that happened when everyone was deep in a book. This was different. It was thick with tension and uncomfortable to bear. It is the kind of silence that makes you hyper-aware of every breath, every glance, every whisper you weren’t supposed to hear.

“My body doesn’t know that yet.” “Your body needs to know that before July is over,” Clara said, without impatience. “Because the book can’t be fully what it needs to be until your body knows it.” She looked at Anya. “What is the specific thing you’re not saying in that sentence?” Anya looked at the page.

“This is relatively small. You should see the BookExpo America at the Jacob Javits Center in New York City. That one is about three times the size, but for your debut, I believe this event is perfect. You’ll have a better opportunity to talk to people who are interested in your book and not just looking for freebies.” “I’m a bit out of my element here, Anna. Publishing the book is the final step to my getting tenure. I really wasn’t prepared for this type of public contact. My seminars are usually attended by academics or students who have to attend the class for their degrees. I’m a bit nervous.”

"There's nothing that compares to it. The weight of it, the texture of the cover, the way the spine makes that little cracking sound when you open it for the first time..." Her body actually shivers as she describes this, and I'm stunned to find myself responding to her passion. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was describing an intimate encounter rather than reading a book. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing slightly quicker, and there's a brightness to her eyes that's utterly mesmerizing. I should reconsider my opinion of libraries, it seems. I could listen to her talk about this for hours, though I'm becoming uncomfortably aware of a tightening in my trousers. Xavier would laugh

'What if it had escaped while you were just about to make your way over? 'come on, don't give me those ridiculous ideas, there's no way that can happen, it stayed there when I crossed the first time, still there when I crossed the second time and waited, come on even if Thanos and Hulk are backing it. There's really something sinister about this book, when did my head start talking to me as if it's got its own body? Shit! This book is playing with my head I've got to explore you, you must be magic.'