Come Closer Book Novels & Stories

James starts, but I stop him. "Will you just let me be close to you? I've been pushed away for so long—I just want to be close to you." I can't help but move back, grabbing his hands as he did mine. "I just want a connection." My eyes wander down to his lips unknowingly, almost telling him what I want. He steadily moves closer until his forehead is against mine, and I can't help it. I bring my lips to his, bringing back a familiar sensation. He is careful, slow, testing to see if this is something he is allowed to do.

My mind had completely stopped at that moment and so I got closer and closer to it. "Oh you," he murmured, "why won't you just listen to me?". I didn't care what he thought right now, I just had to do it. "I can't stay away from you, you're magically attracting me," I admitted and before he could say anything I was so close to him that he didn't even dare to say anything back. I slowly and carefully removed the cloth from his mouth. He continued to stare at me intently, but then pulled me towards him. My fingers trailed over his full lips, which were so warm I just had to know. So I got closer and closer to the center of his face. The closer I got to him, the more I forgot what I was actuall

To make things harder, Julia wants her to sit next to her – that means she needs to sit next to Gale as well. She didn't have any energy to make an excuse and wordlessly took a seat next to him. They were not touching, but the familiar feeling of him was emerging from deep within her heart. The feelings that were once buried and forgotten entirely. The yearning to be as close as possible. Ava wondered whether he felt the same way as he did in the past whenever he was near her – the urge to reach out. He always liked to touch her and keep her close to him.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

longing, desire, and an undeniable sense of closeness. Zayren leaned in towards me, closing the distance between us. His breath fanned against my face, sending a shiver down my spine. I held my breath, my heart racing in anticipation as he slowly moved closer. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened as they locked onto mine. His lips were mere inches from mine, and I found myself frozen in place, yearning for his touch. My eyes flicked down to his lips, watching as they parted slightly, as if he was struggling to restrain himself.

"You're not cold. You haven't changed. You are such a nice woman and have a lot of respect for others. So, I hope your kindness isn't abused by others." Hyomi chuckled. "Wait. Why are you talking like that?" "Because it could be that our greatest enemies are those closest to us. That's why we shouldn't just trust people just because we're close and familiar with them," Kai continued with a warning from behind his words. In silence, Hyomi tried to digest all the words that seemed to contain an interpretation. "Is this related to what happened to me?" Hyomi guessed. Kai did not answer immediately. He just stared at the woman. "Think of it that way. Think of it that way so we can be more vigila

As if the accumulated presence of bodies and work and time needed to be erased before something new could happen. Celeste noticed every change because her body reacted before her mind understood the reason, the way animals feel a storm coming before it arrives, or the way skin registers warmth before a thermometer reads the temperature. The chairs had been pulled closer together. Intimacy forced through proximity. The couch had been nudged just enough that the familiar walkway between the amp stack and kitchenette felt wrong. Like a hallway someone had narrowed overnight, muscle memory of movement was suddenly unreliable. Two tripod lights stood like sentries, aimed higher than necessary. Th

He tried to focus on her words, not the way she stood so close the lamplight softened against her cheek, not the way her sweater hugged her waist, not the way her voice dropped a little when she spoke to him in these quiet spaces. “I can find it,” he said, stepping past her before he could stop himself. Distance. He needed distance. But when he reached for the shelf, she stepped closer—close enough that her warmth pressed into the few inches of air between them. He went rigid. “Show me?” she murmured. God, if she only knew what that did to him. He pulled the book free, handing it to her without meeting her eyes. But when her fingers brushed his, the contact was light—barely there—and it stil

There are no kisses, no promises, but something more potent—the certainty that the distance between us has shrunk to almost nothing, and that closeness is as much a risk as it is a salvation. The night moves on, and at some point, I close my eyes—not from sleep, but from the need to etch into my skin the heat of their bodies beside mine, to memorize this moment when, despite everything, the “us” feels real again. Outside, the forest reclaims its silence. Inside, the three shadows we cast on the wall look like a single shape.

Marina clumsily tried to make lunch in the kitchen. I walked over and hugged her from behind. She relaxed and placed her hand over mine. “Lunch’s ready. Luna said she wants to go to the park and ride the little train. Should we go later this afternoon?” “Sure.” I pulled her deeper into my arms. The sun was bright. The nightmare was over. Our life together had just begun. [The End.]