Closer To You Novels & Stories

“Baby I need you to express yourself, I love hearing those moans when I'm doing my job. Can I trust you on that?” A nod was all I got from her and I resumed my bangs. The faster and deeper I moved inside her, the firmer she gripped on the dinning table. I hit every spot with my dangerous banging and Jasmine repeatedly moaned out my name. I felt her Walls tighten around my dick and the last thing I want is for her to come while floating in the clouds, everything I'm doing and what I'll do to her all through her stay here is not for pleasure but to frustrate her.

-Nonsense, you say, he says getting closer to me again. -Tell me, when I touch you like this, he says running his finger over my lips. Wouldn't you rather it be my lips instead of this finger? Or... he pauses while tracing small circles above the V-neck of my blouse. Wouldn't you rather it be my tongue instead of this finger? -Leave me alone, I shout recoiling as if burned.

“No, no, no. This isn’t my house. I’m just staying at my friend’s house.” “Oh. That explains it.” Boris heaved a sigh of relief. He then turned and looked at me with a grin. I somewhat felt guilty and dared not meet his eyes, so I lowered my head and stared at my toes. It was a “debtor” and “fuck buddy” instead of a “friend”, to be precise. “Thank you for giving me a ride.” “You’re welcome. Bye.” Boris waved at me and sped off on his bicycle. I stood still and watched him ride away until he disappeared.

I said. He studied me for a moment. That pen turning between his fingers — slow, deliberate, the way he did everything. “Isabel.” His voice was quiet. Measured. The kind of quiet that was louder than shouting. “Do you understand what I’ve built for you here?” “I do. And I’m grateful—” “Are you?” He took one step closer. Not aggressive. Just — closing the distance. “Because gratitude looks like something. It has a shape.” My heart was beating faster than I wanted it to.

Kieran stepped closer again. This time— Closer than usual. Eli felt it immediately. That pull. Stronger. But something else came with it now. Something heavier. Kieran’s voice lowered slightly. “…Then stay away from me.” Eli blinked. “…Excuse me?” “If you’re that certain,” Kieran continued, “then you shouldn’t be this close to me.” Eli frowned. “…You’re the one standing close.” Kieran didn’t move back. Instead— He leaned slightly closer.

I said. "I know how it sounds," she said. "Tell me what it feels like," I said. She turned toward me. "Like when you are very close to something but not quite touching it," she said. "Like the distance between almost and actually. The bond at night feels." She stopped. "It feels like it wants to close that distance."

Lyra felt the pressure shift toward them, not targeted but converging. A-01 moved, not away, not back, but forward, closing the remaining distance between them until there was no space left to define. Lyra felt it, the shift in proximity, in presence, in awareness. It wasn’t just physical closeness. It was alignment. Deliberate. Chosen. “Stay close,” he said. Her breath tightened slightly. There was no hesitation in her response. “I am.”

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.”

“From you or anyone.” “And now?” she repeated. “And now I do.” She studied me then — really studied me — as if deciding whether the man in front of her matched the words he was offering. “What do you want?” she asked. The question wasn’t teasing. It was serious. “I want closeness,” I said. “Not proximity. Not obligation.” Her breath slowed. “That’s vague.” “I know,” I said. “So let me be clear.” I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice. Not to dominate the space, but to respect it.

"I've always tried to show you how I'm deeply in love with you, but somehow, you keep moving further away from me." Further away? What was he talking about?