Breathless Vs Secrets Novels & Stories

“Where is my mother?” Vivienne ignored the demand, circling slowly around the edge of the room. Her heels echoed like a metronome counting down. “Do you know what the problem with secrets is, Grace? They never stay buried not for long sooner or later, they rise and strangle the ones you love.” Noah’s voice was low, controlled. “What have you done?”

Every breath. How cruel.

Slow, rhythmic breathing gently stirring the strands of my scattered hair, a breath-taking masculine face void of all haunts and shadows, and a toned tattooed frame rising and falling to the gentle rhythm of his hot breath. I can’t respire, not before this eye-peeling scenery before me. Greed begins to stir within me as I carefully make movements over the sheets to bring me closer to him for a dangerous inhale of his scent. The tip of my inquisitive nose nearly touches his as I sneakily drag a steady inhale, being as cautious as ever like he’ll suddenly wake up and catch me. “Are you making secret passes at me, little girl?” I shriek and jump back the moment that teases booms out of him.

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

“I can’t breathe with you three watching me every second!” Zade’s eyes narrowed even more. His hold remained locked on my hand even when I tried harder to pull it away. “Breathe?” he repeated. His voice was even louder now. “You think we don’t know what suffocating feels like? You think we don’t choke every second you keep secrets from us?” His grip around me tightened, not painfully though, but enough to remind me I wasn’t pulling my hand away except he wanted me to. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us.” “Zade.”

His eyes hold mine, hold them tight, hold them like my breath, like my breath, like my breath, like I am not holding my breath, like I am not holding my breath, like he is holding it for me. The surprise of it, the surprise of him, the surprise of this makes me hesitate, makes me hold my breath, makes me wait. But the surprise is not the same as the fear, is not the same as the change, is not the same. The surprise is something else, something other than the fear, other than the change, other than the exposure, other than everything, everything, everything. It is more than fear. More than the change. More than the exposure. It is more.

“Don’t you dare say that. You know this isn’t pretend.” “Isn’t it?” My whisper was hollow. “Tell me, Jaxon. Is this real when your ex-girlfriend is asleep down the hall? Is it real when we can’t breathe near each other without lying? Is it real when I’m choking on secrets every second of every day?”

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