Close To You Novel Novels & Stories

I still have six more days left before I could see him again. I sit on my chair, right outside our living room's balcony while I was finished reading this novel that Cameron gave me yesterday. It was a story that something I can relate to and I hated Cameron for giving me such book cos it had a wickedly heartbreaking ending. I had a cup of tea beside me as I fix my scarf and cardigan on me. I stare at the sky, tonight was already New Year's Eve and I was so sad that I can't spend it with Nick and he hasn't even tried contacting me which was the worst.

After clearing the table, we moved around each other in the kitchen with the closeness that had stopped having a managed distance reaching around each other, the brief contact of proximity, the ordinary physics of two people in a small space who had stopped treating their proximity as a problem to be solved. He was at the sink. I was putting things back in the cupboard beside it. I reached past him for the shelf and he turned at the same moment and I was suddenly, simply very close to him. His face was near mine. He didn't move back. I didn't move back either. "Maya," "I know," I said. "I keep…" He stopped. "I keep almost.." "I know," I said again, softer. "I know you do, I keep it almost to

The edge softened slightly. Still there. But manageable. He moved closer again. This time— He didn’t stop himself. His hand came to the table. Close to mine. Not touching. Deliberate. “You’re saying proximity matters,” he said. “Yes.” “Then distance solves it.” “No.” That answer came immediately. Firm. He blinked slightly. “Explain.” I closed the notebook. Set it down. Looked at him fully. “Distance changes the condition,” I said. “It doesn’t remove it.”

“No one comes around here. People don't really like the books” He was right. Evelyn had told me how most of them couldn't wait to rush home for some party of some sort and how the library was sometimes a safe space. “Could you not be so close?” I choked out. “I’m trying..” he groaned, trying to steady himself when his body lunged forward, falling too close to me. His chest heaved against mine and I could feel his heart race even faster and worse, I felt something weighing on my upper thigh. “I’m sorry” he apologized, his face just inches apart mine, his eyes searching mine and for a second, I felt my throat grow dry with his crotch grazing my thigh without effort.