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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.”

He couldn't resist the urge to get closer, to see her up close and personal once again. As he approached, his heart racing with anticipation, he purposefully stumbled into her. It was a clumsy move, but he didn't care; all he wanted was to be near her, to feel her presence, and to get a feel for her energy. He couldn't help himself; the sight of her after all this time was mesmerizing. Seeing her was like an addict who, after years, gets a hit from his drug of choice. Her books dropped to the floor, and he bent down to pick them up. He could feel her energy coming up closer like that, it was just the same. The calm energy that always gave him peace was warm like the sun, and her scent was re

Keeping my fluttering heart at bay. He echoes this nod, with the warmth of his eyes, coming closer, careful to remove the blanket around me, so that it does not graze my wound. Then with the utmost care, he leans down and scoops me into his embrace, slowly, carefully at a speed I can adjust. But in truth, I am much more focused on the moment we touch. The moment I am brought close to him. Is it not strange how far we were not seconds ago, and how close we are now?

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My eyes close and the last thing I see is a reddish glow. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Thank you so much for reading A Love Too Close. I truly want to apologize for disappearing without informing you all properly. I was battling a very critical illness and had to completely step away for recovery. It took time, but thank God I recovered and I’m finally back stronger and ready to continue updating consistently again 🤍 Thank you to everyone who stayed patient and continued supporting this story despite my absence. Please don’t forget to add the book to your library, leave comments, and share your thoughts. More twists, drama, and emotional moments are coming soon.

Would this truth be closure enough, or would it open another page? The baby…. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2. ALL THE LOOSE ENDS WOULD BE TIED UP IN BOOK 2. MEANWHILE…… Other books by Karlyn Wehlma My Neighbors Desire. Genre : Erotica She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time. "I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly. She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.

Zayne was close now, so he braced for the fist to slam into his face…but it never came. Instead, Zayne stepped in and, in one swift, silent motion, pulled him into a hug. He froze. His brain short-circuited. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t believe it was real. Zayne—who hadn’t touched him in years, who’d kept three meters of emotional distance—was hugging him. Not a stiff, one-armed side hug, but a full-bodied embrace. One hand braced firmly at the back of his head, the other wrapped tightly around his shoulders, as if Zayne could somehow shield him from everything that had already happened.

I arched a brow suspiciously, he followed my movements as I got down, taking the corner to the side of his bed "Closer..." He beckons. I roll my eyes slightly then take a few more steps forward. I was at the edge of his bed. One swing of my leg and I'd be touching the floorboards. "Closer Camilla." He whisper-pleads. What's he planning? I take one step forward. "Closer..." The word rolls off his tongue igniting a fire inside of me. I breathe down and it's hot in here. "I don't bite, it's just a secret which I don't want anyone to hear it. Closer."

It came with something warmer. “I have a session at eleven,” I said. “I know. Want me to drive you?” “I’ll take myself. But I want to come home to you afterward.” “I’ll be here.” The session with Dr. Ruiz felt like the natural next page after the coast. I told her about the rocks, the wind, the way I had trusted him with a soft day and how the alarms had stayed quiet enough for me to hear my own wanting underneath them. “You practiced chosen closeness,” she said. “Not reactive closeness. Not proximity born of fear or obligation. You got in the car because you wanted to. You leaned against him because you wanted to. How did that land in your body?”