Come Closer Novel Novels & Stories

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."

He can insult my character, but not my work. He raised one eyebrow. "Oh, really?" He walked closer to me. He didn't stop until there was still some distance between us. With every step he took, I couldn't help but step back. He was so close that I didn't realize I had nowhere to go, and now I was leaning against the door. My face was a few centimetres away from his. I closed my eyes. I can't look into his eyes. I could feel his every breath on my neck. It gives me shivers, and I don't feel my heart beating.

Closing the distance in a heartbeat. My hand shot out, intending to smack her, but instead I gripped her, pulling her flush against me, dangerously close, our faces barely inches apart. Her scent hit me instantly. It flooded my senses, stirring something low, something restless… something dangerously close to desire. Ken stirred excitedly in my head, urging, pushing, demanding that I close the gap, that I claim those flushed lips that looked far too alive, far too tempting. ***** Aurora I didn't know what came over me, but I think there's always a limit to what one can take in all at once.

he replied. “Glad you like it.” She stepped closer to him. She was looking right up at him now. Thea had let go of his hand when she had led him over to where she wanted him, over by Chloe , but she was still standing next to him, their arms touching lightly. He was all too aware that he had one of them right in front of him and one of them standing right next to him. It felt as though they were maybe too close, and yet he didn’t seem to mind at all. It felt intimate and it made him feel close with them, even though he had only just met them.

It is a good thing that he wasn’t asking me directly about that or else, I am doomed. “Are you going to the dining room?” he asked me. “Ah yes, I am. Have you eaten breakfast?” “I haven’t yet, and fortunately I woke up late,” then he suddenly inched close to my face and continued, “so I can eat with you like this.” He then smirked at me and pulled his face away. Why are people in this world really loves to inched their faces close? Is that a thing in all of the novels? I really didn’t feel anything besides being momentarily shocked.

A Midnight Stroll The next evening, Celess decided to take a walk to clear her head. She couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment she had felt when Steve had abruptly ended their conversation the night before. As she walked down the quiet street, she saw a figure in the distance. As she got closer, she realized that it was Steve. "Hello, Celess," he said, his voice soft and gentle. Celess felt a thrill run through her body at the sound of his voice. "Hi," she said, feeling suddenly nervous.

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

“Oh, I don’t need to step closer. The game has already started.” Before any of us could react, a rustle behind us made my stomach drop. Two more figures emerged, silent, moving like shadows, circling us with deadly precision. Cruz’s eyes narrowed. “Nova… stay close. Now.” I clutched him, pressing into his side, feeling his warmth, his strength. My pulse raced for fear, yes—but for him too. For this closeness, this danger, this connection that had never felt more real. Blade slashed at one figure, sparks flying as knives met claws. Cruz met the other, steel flashing, movements lethal and precise.

close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his arm. My pulse reacted immediately. “is this okay?” he asked quietly. It was a small question. But it mattered. “Yes.” He leaned slightly toward the open page of my book. His shoulder brushed mine. “Read that line again,” he said, voice lower now. I did. My voice softer than usual. The proximity changed everything. The words felt heavier, more intimate. His fingers rested lightly on the edge of the table near mine. Not touching. Just there. A silent awareness.

he answers coming closer to me with his left eye brow raised "The train ," I argue back . "Generator,"he steps closer towering over me . "And what makes you think it will stand because a moving train is going to stand ,"I shoot back angrily . Our hot breaths mingle as we stand facing each other . His strong signature cologne engulfs me as he steps closer to me. my chest rises up and down as I try not to hyperventilate from the close proximity of his body. The tension is so thick that you can cut it with a knife .