Can I Touch Your Heart Novels & Stories

“You’re–” "I know all the reasons," I interrupted, trying to deflect the pain that was about to skewer my heart all over again, the way it had this morning. "I know all the reasons." "But it doesn't feel like a mistake to me." I wanted to appear strong, but I was aware that my eyes were taking on a pleading expression. I extended my hand and touched his face, hoping against hope that the hideous mask would break. "Does it really feel like one to you?" is a rhetorical question.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

I can even hear the crowd expressing so much support. I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need I'll love you more with every breath truly, madly, deeply do I can feel my heart beating towards the stars, towards the universe and back. Valentine finally made his way and is now facing me. I wanted to cry out of shock and pure joy, but I don’t want to move out from the eye contact. I’m scared that if I unfasten from the connection, I might send him the wrong notion that I didn’t like it.

“With every fucking beat of my heart, darling” I wipe the tears that fall down her face and hug her close to me. Letting my love wash over her. Hoping that she can feel it.

“My heart is beating for you? Do you think it’s all just a lie?” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as his lips moved against my skin. I could feel the rapid thump of his heart against my back, its rhythm echoing the one in my own chest. I couldn’t deny the effect his touch was having on me, and it both scared and excited me.

Russell’s voice was calm, but there was something hopeful in his eyes. “We want to know if you’d consider giving us another chance.” I stared at him then slowly whispered. “A chance?” Russell nodded. “Yes.” My mind raced. “You mean… like before?” Russell shook his head slowly. “No.” He stepped even closer. “Something more serious this time.” My heart skipped a bit. “What kind of serious?” Russell’s lips curved slightly. “Russell…” “Yeah?” “This is a lot.” Russell nodded. “I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

In reality, physical touch never helps to find your soulmate but your heart does. "Okay," He replied with a smirk which was enough for me to know he didn't buy my lie. I frowned at myself for being a terrible actor. "Because of you and your stupid bottle, I had a mini heart attack. Don't know what I was thinking before helping a lunatic, asshole, halfwit, donkey, monkey, grasshopper" I was about to curse him more when he kept his hand on my mouth, increasing my heart beat but this time, I didn't let him do of his will and bite on his hand.

So baby, come light me up And maybe I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, But baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you Into you Into you Got everyone watchin' us So baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous But baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and A little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you… ❤❤Emir point of view❤❤ The moment my lips touched the soft, delicate skin of her forehead, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was pumping blood furiously, making it beat at an alarming rate. I didn't know why I always felt that way when I touched her. For haven's sake, that was just a kiss that

I flinched for a split second, but he didn't grab me. He caught my wrist gently, then lifted my hand and pressed my palm flat against the center of his chest. Through the fine silk of his shirt, I felt the steady, powerful thrum of his heart. It was fast—just like mine. His dark, stormy eyes captured mine once again.​The unspoken permission was clear: You rejected my touch, but you can have mine. I didn't pull away. This time, the dance changed. I let my fingers splay across the broad expanse of his chest, he was as solid as a board.

My heart raced as his touch inched higher, dangerously close to my most sensitive spot. “Can I take your panties off?” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.