Come Closer Book Novels & Stories

--- Because this wasn’t about rushing into closeness. It wasn’t about forcing connection. It wasn’t about pretending everything was fixed. --- It was about allowing space. Even while getting closer. --- And maybe— That was the only way this could work. ---

Occy liked her immediately. She adjusted her approach without thinking about it, the way she adjusted everything based on the room she was reading. Slower entry. Less hovering. More eye contact, more of the kind of movement that invited rather than challenged. She kept the distance between them longer at first, let Claire get comfortable with what she was watching before she made it more immediate. When she finally moved closer it was gradual, each step giving Claire's breathing time to adjust, giving her body time to decide what it thought about this.

A quiet exhale leaves him. Then— He leans closer. My entire body stiffens. My fingers curl into the sheets beneath me. What is he doing? My heart starts pounding, loud, chaotic, betraying me. He leans in more. Closer. I can feel his breath now. Warm. Too close. Oh God. Why is he this close? My grip tightens. My eyes remain shut, but everything in me is wide awake, hyper-aware. Then— He sighs. Soft. And instead of anything else…

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“How did you—” “Your body scent,” she said—almost immediately. “It gets stronger whenever you are close.” Kevin fell silent. He didn’t know that. “What do you want?” she repeated, her voice devoid of any emotion. From her tone, he could tell she didn’t want him around. “I’m just making sure you’re ok before I leave.” “I’m fine,” she answered immediately. “You can go now.”

“Hand contact provides temporary stabilization. Embracing each other provides deeper circulation recovery. Sustained physical proximity produces long-term improvement.” Evie moved closer. “Define sustained proximity.” The healer had a horrified expression. He didn’t look up this time as he spoke. “Sleeping near one another.” “No.” Evie said. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. “Not necessarily the same bed—” the healer said. “No,” Evie repeated. “That seems medically irresponsible.” I stated, almost agreeing with Evie. Evie turned toward me. “Don’t start.” Too late. I was already enjoying myself.

Close enough to hear the subtle shift of her breathing, the faint scrape of her pen against paper. When she reached for a book on the shelf beside her, he stepped forward, his hand brushing the spine of another just above her reach. The movement made her pause. Slowly, she looked up. Her gaze climbed from the breadth of his chest to the shadow of his jaw, then finally to his eyes. Close. Too close for strangers. Close enough that she had to tilt her chin to meet his stare. Kael’s voice was low when he spoke, rough around the edges. “You should be more careful in here.”

His hot breath on my neck He propped his other hand beside my shoulder for leverage and effortlessly reached for the book with the other hand. I turned to face him but immediately regretted it. I pressed my back eagerly to the bookshelf for some space between us. Our bodies were so closed. The distance were only few inches. So little space and my breasts will touch his chest if he moved a little bit closer. My body was strumming with heat and tension and if he come closer, he’ll know it and get burn. It wasn’t just me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, too. My heart wants to drop from my chest any moment now from its aggressive beating.

"I don't really feel like going to school anymore." "Weren't you the one who told me not to cut my classes yesterday?" "That was then, and this is now. Come on. It'll be fun." I eventually agreed. To be honest, it's not that I don't trust Crimson. Well, it kinda is, but I mean it's just weird for him to just invite me to his house like this. Just like my situation with White, we barely know each other. Don't they have any sense of danger? Surprisingly, Crimson's house was just really near that park. It was a simple apartment complex. We opened the door to his apartment, when suddenly, something jumped towards me.

File it away. Exactly where Celeste wanted it. Her phone buzzed. A message from an unfamiliar number. Unknown: You still close to her? Celeste’s expression didn’t change. She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she leaned back in her chair and considered the question. Close was subjective. Emotional closeness. Physical proximity. Access. Trust. Celeste had all four. She typed slowly. Celeste: Always. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: Good. Just making sure we’re aligned.