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He took a step closer, caging her in between his arms and the door. Nuella's heart leapt, thumping hard against her chest. She felt so small, so small between his callused body, but that was not meant to be prohibited; the most prohibited thing was the effect his closeness had on her pussy. He was leaning in close, so close that she could feel the heat emanating from his body. So close that her pussy was clenching and spurting. Nuella shot her eyes closed, trying to shut the thoughts of him out of her head, but to her greatest surprise, she felt the bream of his nose nudging at the side of her neck, trailing paths like he had earlier said.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

For a moment neither of us moves. Then Adrian steps closer. Too close. The warmth of him reaches me instantly. “You’re making this harder,” he murmurs. “Why?” “Because you don’t realize what you’re doing.” “What am I doing?” His gaze drops briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes. “Standing that close.” My breath catches slightly. “Oh.” The word comes out softer than intended. Neither of us moves away. The space between us shrinks. My heart begins to beat faster. This closeness feels unfamiliar and strangely natural at the same time. A contradiction I can’t explain.

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.

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?

His whole demeanor was flat. He scooted closer to me, his crossed arms barely coming into contact with my torso. He was so close, I could see every freckle and every flaw marking his features. He was eye level with me, unlike usually when he's about three inches taller than I am. He was so close, his minty breath fanned across my face coolly. He was so close and I was speechless, heat slowly forming in my body.

I had been too close since September and I was closer now than I had been in September and the trajectory of the closeness had the specific and particular quality of a thing that was not stabilizing, that was not finding its level and staying there, that was continuing in the direction it had been going since September with the patient and particular quality of a thing that understood it was going somewhere. I had leaned one centimeter. I had answered the phone. I was in the study with the Whitley files telling myself this was reasonable. I thought: you are too close. I thought: you have always been too close. I thought: and the one centimeter is what happens when a man who is too close deci

Somehow I found it nice of him that he wanted to help me, only that made me more aware of his closeness. He was still trying to keep his distance if that was possible in this cramped space. His hands were neatly on his thighs - strong thighs, as I must have noticed. Yesterday, when he caught me in the kennel hall, he was much closer to me, but now, here in this car, where I could feel every breath he breathed on my neck, his proximity had something much ... well, more intimate was probably the wrong one Word, but it was already going in that direction. I felt his heart pounding steadily in my back, could feel his warmth, the gentle movements of his chest.

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.

To celebrate my newfound freedom, I chose a private island getaway. While scrolling through social media, I saw Coco flaunting her relationship with Max, who promoted her to executive assistant. With that, she sat pretty as the queen of his company, just beneath him in authority. Coco reveled in her new power, but it quickly went to her head. On my second day of vacation, several longtime employees called me in tears. Apparently, Coco was targeting anyone who had been close to me, trying to force them out without severance.