Come Closer Book Novels & Stories

Bare walls, just a bed, a basin for water, flames leaping in the hearth. Here, closeness isn’t something snatched in quiet moments - it settles like dust after a long journey. One glance, then another, and the act begins to fade. Roads stretch ahead, just us inside this car, no audience left. Distance strips things down, layer by layer, until there’s nothing to hide behind.

“I’m familiar with three maybe four of these parts, but the rest I am clueless.” After his statement of being clueless, he pulled his chair closer to mine. I guess he wanted to share my book since his was nowhere in sight. I felt my legs and arms start to tremble the closer that he got to me. His body was about six inches from mine, and that was six inches way too far… No, no, no that’s not what I meant. What I meant to say is that was six inches too close, he needed to back up some…like he was invading personal space here.

she rasped. Francis could already see the answer clear in her eyes, he stood up and placing the book he was reading on the kitchen counter, he took slow but calculated steps to her. He stood in front of her, letting her breath in his scent and knowing it was doing something to her brain. He let her have a good look of his perfect body and even though his fingers itched to caress her face, he forced them by his side, “what is that, ma’am?” he challenged, perhaps if she should just tell him, he would let her off the hook and give her what she wants.

“I thought it was useless. I guess I am getting myself into danger by being close to you again, right?” “Don't you want to stay close to me?” “I am practically your neighbor, right? So, what other closeness do we need, Mr Axell?” “There are other kinds of closure, Miss Avery. A lot” He said then he moved his head even closer to mine this time around while staring at my lips.

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

he murmurs, voice rougher now as he walks toward me, “guess you’ll have to find out.” Oh. Oh no. The air changes instantly, that teasing warmth between us suddenly tightening into something slower and far more dangerous as he stops directly in front of me. He’s standing close now! Too close, Way too close that I could almost smell him again now, that clean dark scent mixed with whiskey and something distinctly masculine that makes my brain short-circuit embarrassingly fast. Mercer looks down at me steadily while I clutch the book against my chest like it might save me from the situation somehow.

Just looking at each other. Then Matt stepped closer. Jordy didn’t move away. The kiss this time wasn’t hesitant. It was certain. Familiar already. Like something they had been holding back for too long. Jordy’s back hit the wall lightly as Matt moved closer, his hands gripping his shirt. Jordy responded just as quickly, pulling him in. The space between them disappeared completely. Kisses turned deeper. Longer. Their breathing uneven. Matt’s hands moved to the hem of Jordy’s shirt.

I picked up the papers and scanned them once more as though I hadn't done that twice already, when we heard the disruptive sounds of girls heading for our corner and almost immediately, he took the books, swiveled me to the edge of the corner, making the board cover us from the sight of others. “What are you doing?” I whispered as my chest heaved against his in the tightly cramped corner. “Shhh..they can't see you here” he murmured, his warm breath on my neck. “I thought you said it was safe” “Didnt say it was safe, just that we needed to stay close” he breathed “Close to her” His scent of oak clung to my nose and his body was so close to mine that I felt his chest against mine but then it w

I try to look away, to disappear in the crowd. But then—Melisa calls out. And grabs my arm. Fuck. Fuck! Did she recognize me? No… right? Her hand is on my arm. “Hey! Can I take a picture with you?” she asks, smiling. My heart races. My chest tightens like I’m about to explode. I’m sweating inside the helmet. My legs feel like they’ll collapse. My stomach flips like I’m going to run—or puke. I can’t believe she’s this close. Too close. After twelve fucking years. She lets go of my arm after the photo. She’s still holding a book. And just like that—She slips away again.

I scream and he moves instantly. He grabs my waist with one arm while the other yanks the book away. The momentum sends both of us crashing backward. His back hits the ground with a dull thud, and the force jerks a breath out of him. My body lands directly on top of his. For a moment, everything stops. My palms are on his chest. His hands are firm around my waist. Our noses are incredibly, impossibly close. I freeze—breathe—freeze again. This is the closest I’ve ever been to Knox. In all the time I’ve known him, we’ve never been within breathing distance. He’s always stayed behind walls I couldn’t see over, colder than ice, quieter than a graveyard.