Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

Some things simply couldn’t be explained. We held hands, and the very touch, innocent though it was, felt electric. It was heady, dangerous, even, as though the interlinking of our fingers and the heat of our palms was the completion of a circuit, and, once merged, our bodies let the current flash through us. We were irrevocably joined, if only for a moment.

I walked to my little desk and searched, but it wasn't there, then I looked on his desk and saw something that looked like it. Approaching closer to it, we both made to take it at the same time and I felt that spark as our hands met, forcing me to pull back. Why does that always happen to my body when he touches me? "Oh... I can't believe it has been staring at me the whole time, and I was busy searching for it everywhere" he said and shook his head "Yes, sometimes we don't tend to see things even when they are right in front of us," Blake said. Logan and I looked at him simultaneously, and Logan wrinkled his eyebrows in scrutiny.

He felt his heartbeat, fast and loud. So you feel something when I touch you, huh?

"But‍ you won'⁠t like‌ i‌t." "Tell me‌." "‍Physic‍a‍l contac​t. Skin to skin. It e‌ases the⁠ pull.‌" I stared at him.‍ "You're jo⁠king." "I‍'m not." "So you're saying I have to touch you to make this go‌ away?‍"⁠ "Yes."‌ "That's con⁠venient."‌ "It's not a trick,‍ Sera. It's how the b⁠ond works. P‌ro‌ximity create​s⁠ n‍ee​d. Touc​h e‍ases it. It's bio​logy."

The contact had only lasted seconds, but both of us had frozen. It had been the first time physical touch between us had carried noticeable tension. It hadn't been the casual brush of fingers when I had paid my tab, or the accidental bump in a crowded room. This had been deliberate. Her palms had been warm through the thin linen of my tunic, a steady, grounding pressure against my ribs. I felt the faint, rapid thrum of her own pulse, or maybe it had been mine, hammering against her touch.

Sophia’s POV Touch can be dangerous. Not the kind that’s expected, not the casual handshakes or obligatory cheek kisses at business events. But the kind that sneaks up on you. The kind that lingers a second too long. The kind that makes you forget where you are, who you are, and what lines you swore you’d never cross. Travis Cole had mastered that kind of touch. And I was starting to think he knew it. It started with the smallest things.

What is he trying to do? “Are you coming?” he asked after opening the door. I glanced at him. He looked serious, yet there was still a lightness to his aura. I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it, so I stepped out. As I did, he closed the car door and grasped my elbow. The moment our skin touched, I felt electricity surge through me. My body always reacted like this when he touched me. Why does this happen? Inside the orphanage, silence greeted us. The stillness only made me more self-conscious.

he says shaking my hand. My body lights up with tingles when his hand touches mine. We continue to shake hands, staring at each other for a long time as we feel the power of the mate bond flow between us.

"What's wrong?" "Do you want to touch it?"