Come Closer Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shrugged my shoulders and then gulped when he again took a step closer to me. "F*ck... Why does he need to look so tempting and intimidating at the same time?" I thought and kept my hand on his chest to make sure to keep a distance from him. He looks at my hands and then at me. "Do you think your fragile attempt to push me away will work if I want to come close to you?" He smirked. "That's the point here.. you don't want to come close to me and this closeness," I said and moved my finger between him and me. "It is dangerous for me," I said.

Short. Sharp. “I like it when people don’t overstay.” It wasn’t loud. But it landed. Even from here. There was a shift in the air I could almost feel. “Oh,” she said. Softer now. Less sure. Another pause. Then movement. Footsteps. Coming closer. I stepped back quickly, heart picking up for no reason I wanted to admit. The door opened. She walked out as if nothing had happened. Hair messy. Clothes are barely there. Confidence still intact—but thinner at the edges.

Four years ago Noah The next day, I get off work late and manage to order dinner this time around. I finished everything at the office so I won’t have to work while home. Delivery doesn’t take a lot of time and I sigh in relief while moving to open the door. The knock sounds again followed by a feminine “Delivery for Noah ‘sugar’ Brooke”. I can almost hear the mocking smile in her voice and for once I wish Dorothy wasn’t always so extra. I swing the door open a little bit more forcefully than normal while grunting out a hesitant “That’d be me”

He was just an arm's length away from me now, "Or after a month," The fact that he was so close to me at this point was enough to make me start breathing heavily. Every single step he took towards me made me take two back until my back was against the wall and he had successfully sandwiched me inside his arms. His face was so close to me that I could count each eye lash, a little movement on either of our path would lead to our lips smashing each other and being engulfed in a kiss. Forbidden desires are the ones that manifest the most.

Behind him, I sense movement deeper in shadow. He did not come alone. He never does. “You are closer than before,” I say. “Yes.” “Testing how far you can step.” “Yes.” The bond tightens faintly. He is measuring proximity tolerance. Next time, he may not stop at ridge. He may breach deeper. “You will escalate again,” I say. “Yes.” “When.” He does not answer. He steps back slowly, retreating into shadow with deliberate calm. The ridge empties. The night feels thinner somehow.

It would make me so happy. "I will work on that," I said to him with a determined expression." He shook his head, "Don't trouble yourself so much. Once I introduce you to her as my girl, you both can then find common interests to bring you closer. It will be easier if Nova is also making the effort so wait until then, okay?" I threw myself in his arms and hugged him, "thanks, Lucas. You are so amazing." He pulled me from his body and stared at me. With his hands holding my face, he said, "So are you, baby," before devouring my lips.

The book is still on the shelf, I say. I know, he says. I checked. I look at him sitting on the windowsill in the afternoon light with his jacket off and his sleeves down and his guard completely down and I think about all the evenings I sat in this chair and felt him in the room and told myself it was proximity. "Come here," I say. He moves from the windowsill to the arm of my chair, which is closer than the chair across from me and not as close as sitting beside me, which is exactly the careful increment of him, learning how to close distance without rushing it.

Dangerous. A war of proximity. Of tension. Of unspoken desire. And I have all the time in the world. Her defenses weaken bit by bit, yet she still swats me lightly whenever I move too close, still calls me Crosswalk with that sharp bite in her voice, still refuses to give in completely. But each time, the swat grows weaker. Her protests soften. And I feel the quiet, intoxicating victory of knowing she’s letting me closer. Slowly. And for now…

I said, trying to gain back my confidence, “Not one bit.” He leans down a little closer, so close that our noses are almost touching. I can feel his hot breathe on my lips, and his thick black hair against my forehead. Why was he getting so close to me when I just met him? “What are you doing?” I said, my voice coming out softly. I couldn’t get my heart to stop beating so fast. I could feel my body getting warm from the proximity of him, but it felt so wrong. He doesn’t answer me, but instead grabs the book I planned on reading from the table.

When she tried to pull back from the intensity, he followed immediately, keeping her close, refusing to let the distance grow. Katrina’s lips parted on a breath. Jace took it. The kiss turned heavier, messier, hungry in a way that made the room disappear. Her fingers curled into his shirt without her permission, her body betraying her and leaning into him, melting into the pull of his hand at her wrist. Jace’s lips slowed, then pressed once more, deep and firm, like he was sealing something shut inside her. Then he pulled back. Katrina sat frozen, her lips still warm, her chest rising too fast. Her fingers were still curled into Jace’s shirt, not sure how to let go.