Closer To You Novels & Stories

His voice came from behind and Yasmin turned with a little pretense startle. Jace stood five feet away, his hands rested in his pockets, looking a little upset, his brows raised a bit. “Hi, My name is Yasmin" She said, taking steps closer. “I’m Katrina ’s best friend" She added. “I just moved in and got lost finding my room” she said again, giving a little chuckle. Jace furrowed, his eyes went down on her dressing for a second and his countenance shifted in irritation. A smile spread on Yasmin’s lips as she watched his eyes on her, believing he could resist her temptation. So she took the last step closer.

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I admit. And I mean it. That seems to shift something. Not outside. Inside. The space between us feels different now. Smaller somehow, even though neither of us has moved yet. Or maybe we have. I don’t notice when it happens. Just that he’s closer now. Close enough that I’m aware of it in a way I wasn’t before. My fingers tighten slightly against the railing behind me, like I need something solid to hold onto. “You think I’m difficult,” he says quietly.

The way I didn’t feel split in two when I was around him. “No,” I said honestly. He nodded once, like that was the answer he expected. “Then understand what you’re choosing,” he said. “You don’t get closeness here without distance elsewhere.” The words settled deep. Because that’s what this was. A narrowing. My world was getting smaller—but more intense. More focused. More centered around him. My phone buzzed again on the table. I glanced at it. The group chat. Messages stacking up. Plans being made. Jokes I wasn’t part of anymore.

“What are you doing then?” I stepped closer. Close enough that her back brushed the railing behind her. Close enough that the air between us tightened, heavy and alive. “Trying very hard,” I said slowly, “not to touch you.” She licked her lips. “You’re failing.” My hand lifted, hovering an inch from her jaw, the heat of her skin radiating toward my palm. I let it hang there, deliberate, watching her lean into the almost-touch, her lips parting on a soft exhale.

He dropped to his knees beside me, trembling hands hovering over my body. Tears spilled down his face, landing warm against my cold skin. A warmth that was so tender, but arrived far too late.

This way. Closer. Closer. I follow it without question. Without hesitation. Marcus notices. “Do you feel him?” he asks quietly. “Yes.” The word comes out without thought. Because it’s undeniable. “He’s close,” I add. Marcus nods. “Then we’re on the right path.” We turn another corner. Then another. Each step tightening the pull. Each step bringing me closer to something I can’t fully prepare for. The darkness thickens. The air grows heavier. But I don’t slow down.

she asked. I nodded. “Not clearly. But it’s… louder. Brighter. Like it’s pushing through, trying to show me more.” She moved quietly to sit beside me on the long reading couch, her dark braid trailing down one shoulder. “It will. The closer we get to the source, the more your visions will sharpen. But that also means the danger is near.”

he said, clutching the edge of the table. “I didn’t mean to,” I said, taking a step closer. “But I had to see you.” His cheeks flushed immediately, and I felt a thrill run through me. There was still that innocence, that vulnerability, that raw honesty about him that made it impossible not to feel protective, impossible not to want to claim him completely. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back slightly. “I didn’t expect you to come here this early. Or this late.” “Midnight’s early?” I teased, though my voice was softer than usual. I took another step closer, closing the distance between us. “You shouldn’t be here alone. You overwork yourself.”

"Than this." He looked at me. "You need to stay away from me," I said. He went still. "I mean it," I said. Not unkindly. Not in anger. Just the plain truth of it, placed between us in the morning light. "Every time you are close to me things get worse. Last night — I was fine until I came here. The building, the shift, whatever proximity to your wolf does to mine—" I stopped. "You are making it worse. The closer you are, the more it reacts."