Can I Touch Your Heart Novels & Stories

his hands caress my face as he tugs my face towards him making me look into his eyes. (translation - You have a very delicate heart,Darling.) My eyes closed with his gentle touch savouring the feel of his skin against mine,I don't know what he said but it calms me down. Maybe that's what love is,All you need is to feel. One touch can heal. One kiss can mend. "You don't have to apologize to me ever." he leans close "look at me." Our lips inch apart as I stare into his eyes filled with adoration,my mouth opened in a silent whisper.

I shut my eyes. “I have ‘longed’ to touch you desperately for ten years, but what I was ‘dying’ for was to be touched by you. So, kill me more, love. Touch me more.” He whispered. Fuck. I clenched my jaws, feeling a rush of heat between my legs. Biting my lips, I licked the cold water off my feverish lips. “I can make you open yourself up and fuck this your sweet arousal through a ravenous orgasm. I can touch you, but it will all be worthless if you don’t touch me back with the same ferventness.” He held my hand and placed it over his chest, right above his heart.

Not only my heart but the heart of the dark gazed man in my embrace is racing on the dancefloor as the chemistry in all our moves becomes increasingly intense My eyes are open, and my mouth closed, but our hearts speak to each other loudly. I can hear this man’s thoughts. Or is it my thoughts that I want to be his? Every touch, every move. Is a hidden message. It is as if he is asking me in my head if he can touch me and I reply, okay in my head.

I felt empty every time, and I wish I could erase it. I stepped closer and touched his chest. "Imagine me with someone else." He growled loudly. Exactly. That’s how I feel. Imagine someone touching me, even if I don’t know them...Stop," he said. "Okay, I get it." I’m an ass hole for this, I got it. Adira, believe me when I say, you do have my heart; no one else touched it. I leaned my head on his chest. His hands touched me gently, but he was afraid to get too close. He could feel my anger.

I don’t utter a word. The drive is odd and I turn on the radio to his car, maybe we need some music ‘ and I’ll always love you ‘ and I wish you joy and happiness but above of this I wish love,' we both reach out to turn it off but our fingers touch, the small contact sends shivers down my spine, and we both retreat abruptly as if the touch torched yet it made my heart flutter.

" I hope this doesn't change anything and I hope you know that nothing else will change and I will try my best to keep my distance from you at work just to make things look professional but just know that I'm thinking of you when I place my hand on my heart . " " Okay the hand to my heart gesture will be my way of telling you I'm thinking of you too . " " See now we are building a language that we can both understand. Just a heads up if you are in the same room and I just happen to be alone with you would it be a sin to just kiss you ? " " I read my contract cover to go home and there is a no touching policy at the club so the only touching policy is when you are in training but I'm not a pl

turning to her mom she began " As for you mom , my love life is not something that you can meddle in as you please and I know what you are thinking right now and my answer is no " " what exactly am I thinking ?" " You're thinking blind dates and my answer is no " " why are you so against blind dates , who knows you might actually meet someone you might like , my point is that it's not such a bad thing and I'm not saying you have to get married to whoever you meet immediately " " Even if I wasn't against it I still won't be able to go because I'm engaged " she said raising her hand to put show them her ring , shocking both parents with the news

"Next time, don't cook. Let Hilda take care of it. She knows everything on what to do." "I want to do anything for you" he replied, and I didn't expect that so.... *Cough*Cough* He moved quickly and took some water and gave it to me. I drank it immediately but in the middle of my drinking, he stroked my back to calm me down but I felt different. My heart was beating fast .... I'm nervous. I immediately walked away from him and.... "I said, don't touch me!" I shouted at him. "Why is he doing this? He's so kind to me"

He stiffens at my touch and I can hear his heartbeat beating a drumline in his chest. “Chloe Jane, don’t—” “I won’t touch your hands, don’t worry. I just want to show you you’re not alone. I mean, I’d hug you if I could because I’m big on hugs!” I say, trying to inject some light into the situation, and thankfully, it works.

“Can I touch?” My head felt light, and heat rushed through my body as I heard that. My breath became hot as my heart raced. Could he touch?