Can I Touch Your Heart Novels & Stories

'Cuz every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear i can fly, Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side He feels so happy that why his tears fell down. They dance in the rythm. 'Cuz every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky, Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life, 'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly, Can't you feel my heart beat fast,

"The closeness I want is not just like this," Beatrice smiled faintly. "But... truly close, not only through touch but also in the heart." She brought her hand closer to his chest, where his rhythmic heartbeat indicated that its owner was alive and that every nerve was stimulated by their proximity. "Closeness in the heart as well."

My heartbeat skyrockets as I try to act unbothered by his touch even if the sparks alone make it impossible. But it doesn’t keep me from scooting closer to the side of the seat, getting him to tighten his grip.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

Just the slightest touch from her sets me off, her hand on my skin might kill me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She whispers and owns a part of my heart again. “You won’t.” right now, her not touching me will hurt more than the sweet torture that will come with her touch knowing we will stop. I let go of her and take a small step back, I join her hands with mine and bring it up to my chest. I place it over my heart, letting her feel the beat, every single thump that belongs to her. She sighs, I groan when I let my hands fall to my sides and she releases her hand, letting her palm lay flat there.

“I’m asking you to trust me with a little bit of your heart, even if it’s just a small part. I promise I’ll cherish it, even if we stumble along the way.” The tenderness in his touch and the sincerity in his voice overwhelmed me. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the same fear and hope mirrored in my own. I hesitated, my mind a chaotic mix of emotions, but then, in one quiet, electrifying moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

“You want this to work? Do not touch me unless I will be the one to do so. No kissing. No fucking. Do you understand?” In a snap, he was already in front of me and used his fingers to caress my cheeks. “But I can touch you, right? I can do this?” he mumbled and leaned his forehead against mine. My heart thumped wildly against my ribcage and it would be a surprise if he did not hear the fast beating of my heart. “That’s not…” “Please, Tina. Allow me to touch you. I’ve been wanting to since the moment I saw you in that restaurant.”

He drags his knuckles gently along the side of my face, down the curve of my neck, and then his hand shifts toward the center of my chest. My heart is pounding so hard it’s almost embarrassing. When his fingers spread wide and rest right above it, I swear the beat jumps, like it’s reacting to his touch. I know he can hear it, but him feeling it... feeling how it responds to him... does something different entirely. It’s like my heart is no longer mine.

“You don’t have to be brave for everyone.” “Asher, please, you don’t need to do this.” She places her hand on my chest, and I can feel my own heart thudding underneath it, so I know she too will feel how fast my heart races for her. How it reacts to her touch. And we have not done anything yet.

“I’m not beautiful like the women who throw themselves at you, and I’m definitely not smart or wealthy. I have nothing to offer you.” She leaned her head on his and hugged him tighter. “But I can give you every kind of moral support. I’ll always be here—stay beside you, listen, accept, and understand you…” “Even if the world sees you as heartless, a killer, merciless… a monster.” A single tear slipped from Arthur’s eyes. How could he not fall in love with someone like her? How could he not want to be greedy and make her his? “Can I kiss you?” Arthur whispered.