Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

"With you. If we're going to help these people understand bonds, they need to see what love looks like." "They might not understand," I warned. "Then we teach them." He moved closer, and even fragmented, even distributed across multiple states, I felt him. Felt the pull. Felt the connection that transcended presence and absence, singular and plural, here and elsewhere. His hand reached for mine. Our fingers met. And even though we were both partly somewhere else, partly scattered, partly plural—the touch was real. Solid. Warm. "I've missed this," I whispered. "Actually touching you. Not just feeling you through spaces-between."

He asked, “It's a freaking lock.” At this point, I understood why everyone in the family easily got sick of him. He just couldn't shut up. “Let me finish, for Christ's sake,” I placed my palm on my forehead in frustration. “Sure. Knock yourself out.” He rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” I said with a clearly ungrateful tone. “Now lately, I noticed that when I touch certain objects, it has the same effect as when I touch bare skin. So I think we can try it with the door.”

I don't know who reaches first. Maybe it's me. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s just both of us reaching across the same unbearable silence. But it starts with the brush of our fingers when we both grab our drinks at the same time, and that stupid electric buzz shoots up my arm like it’s trying to light a fuse under my skin. I pull my hand back like the glass bit me, like touching him again might scorch through every boundary I’ve been pretending to keep in place.

I told him and his eyes held guilt. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to hurt you..." I placed my other finger to his mouth to cut him off. "It's bearable. I'm fine." I assured him. I know he is not convinced but it's true. I'm alright. He pulled me close to him and hugged me tight, our bare chests collided and sparks flew instantly. I mean, it's always been there but when we're touching and making physical contact, it just explodes like a firework. This feeling is so magical. I love it.

The anticipation of the evening's ceremony seemed to weave an invisible thread around us, drawing us into an orbit of constant contact. Throughout the day, there was an undeniable urge to maintain physical connection. Our hands frequently found each other's, fingers intertwining naturally as we moved about the house. We leaned into one another's spaces, sharing warmth and presence, tracing patterns on skin with a tenderness that spoke volumes. This need to be close was not just about physical touch but a manifestation of the deep, emotional threads that tied us together.

I almost melted from the heat and I could tell it affected him the same way too. He gently pulled me to my feet and we moved over to the couch. Letting him lead me the short distance by my hand his eyes on mine the whole time. We sit side by side , our bodies touching along our legs and he's still holding my hand in his. I'm totally focused on him and the electricity that flowing like crazy between us. I've never had this kind of reaction to a male's touch before , this had to be the mate bond working on us.

Every time he touched me, the tingles or sparks would course through my body. I have a question. I said as he played with my hair. We were laid out on a blanket enjoying the afternoon breeze. Ask away beautiful. He said pushing strands of hair behind my ear. I softly giggled, why do I feel electric shocks when we touch? And why are you always sniffing me? It’s kinda weird. I asked scrunching my nose. He chuckled at my facial expression. Well, he said pulling me closer to him, the little shocks are our body’s way of reacting to each other, it’s how we know that we belong to each other. He explained dragging his fingertips along my arm. I think he loves the way I react to his touch. As for

he questioned. “When the bond is activated, it’s like an attack on our senses. Your smell becomes familiar, and when we touch it’s almost electric” I murmured. “Like this?” Kelly asked, grabbing my hand, and we both felt the connection again. “Yeah” I breathed, feeling goosebumps cover my arm. Pulling away, I tucked my hands underneath my legs.

Saavedra the iPad's screen where his schedule flash on the screen. His hand moved to grab the iPad from my hold and I silently gasped and my eyes went wide when his skin touched my bare skin. I felt that there was an invisible electric wave traveling through my veins with that bare touch. When I finally confirmed that Mr. Saavedra hold the iPad, I quickly let it go because swear I could feel that electric wave travelled through my veins by that small interaction of our skin. I was unintentionally fine but, why would there be an electric wave feeling?

Something with in her kept calling him, whenever they have any skin contact, a current passes all over his body. 'What's wrong, this isn't the first time someone touched me, during shoots this happens a lot, but why does my body react like this to her touch?' Both had similar thoughts, and similar reaction of their body unknown to them. A silence enveloped in the spacious room and Gu Huan was the first to break the silence. "Ahmm, it's past lunchtime, why not have lunch together?" No reply. "Hey, I was just teasing you ,come on don't be angry." Still no reply. So, he walked towards her, her head hanging down.