Close To You Novels & Stories

He says into my hair and I almost whine at the thought of him having to leave and losing his warmth. I just go with a simple nod and tighten my arms around him. The sudden urge to want to be closer to him goes through me and I don't know whether to act on it or ignore it. I decide fuck it and just do it. YOLO right. Who even says that anymore?

, she turns abruptly to walk away but, he reaches out and pulls her back by her arm; “Wait” She’s turned flush against him and his train of thought skips for a second and he forgets what he was about to say. He recovers quickly and lets go of her arm. The entire exchange would have been awkward if she hadn’t skipped for a second too and if she hadn’t been so focused on his hands around her arm and how incredibly close her body was to his. Less than a foot. Too close. “I did set this whole thing up. After the dinner with my family, I thought you were having cold feet”,

“We did make a deal, didn’t we?” Ah. There it was. “You’re bothered,” I said quietly. “Am I?” “Yes.” Her eyes flashed, brief but undeniable. “The only reason you were able to get close to him,” she said, her voice losing its honeyed edge, “is because you share the same space. Proximity is powerful.” “And you think that’s all it is?” I asked. “I think,” she continued smoothly, “that if he hadn’t been placed beside you night after night, things would be… different.”

“Not anymore.” “What does that mean?” “It means I’m ending this before it gets worse.” “And how exactly are you planning to do that?” “That’s not something you need to worry about.” I let out a breath, shaking my head slightly. “You keep saying that like I’m not already involved.” “You are,” he admitted. “Which is why this ends fast.” “And until then?” His eyes held mine. “You stay close.” There it was again. That word. Close. But this time—

"Let's see who's lurking around." I opened the feature, a swarm of faces appearing on the screen. “It’s not an exact location obviously, for privacy reasons, but it lists by average distance” I explained. I clicked the first one. Greg's cheeky, goatee-framed face popped up. Distance: roughly 0.2 miles. "Look," I laughed, pointing at the screen. "There’s Greg. Probably hiding in a ball pit while Ben gets yelled at by a toddler." "Serves him right," Mari sniffed, though she was smiling. "Who is the next one?"

I close my eyes, turning inward. The bond responds immediately — not with words, but sensation. Weight settling. Friction easing. Heat redistributing instead of concentrating. “Proximity,” I say slowly. “Grounding. Consistency.” His voice is rougher when he answers. “Meaning?” I open my eyes. “Meaning when you’re close, it stabilizes. When you’re not, everything stacks.” A long pause. “This isn’t desire,” he says carefully. “No,” I agree. “But it feels… intimate.”

His whole demeanor was flat. He scooted closer to me, his crossed arms barely coming into contact with my torso. He was so close, I could see every freckle and every flaw marking his features. He was eye level with me, unlike usually when he's about three inches taller than I am. He was so close, his minty breath fanned across my face coolly. He was so close and I was speechless, heat slowly forming in my body.

My thigh brushes against something long and firm tucked inside his boxers. His cock. My whole body flushes. "Josh?" I whisper, nudging his cock with my thigh. He swallows loudly and tries to push my leg off him. "Anna Banana, you can't do that." “But I want to be close to you.” I rub my thigh up and down over his cock. His body is hot. So hot it almost burns mine wherever our skin touches, which is pretty much everywhere except the parts covered by our underwear. “Just once, before you go, I want to know what it feels like to be this close to you."

I shouldn't include senior Caleb into my business anymore so I said, "You don't have to know about it, senior. It's something personal." "How personal from me?" I let out a sigh and said, "Don't think of yourself as someone close to me. You're only my friend. Not more than that." "I know. Why are you reminding me again?" "If you know, stop meddling with my things." "Shouldn't a friend know about what's wrong?" "Senior! Do I give it to you?" "What?" "The thing you said about earlier, that you'll wait for me. You can stop doing that now."

"Come here." I moved closer to him. "Closer." I moved even closer until there was only a short distance between us. "Closer, please."