Everytime We Touch 소설 & 이야기

She clawed at the ground, pulled herself toward me, hand finally landing on mine. Severing the last connection we both had to our power the moment we touched. ***

I close my eyes as his fingers brush my cheek, losing myself in the electric feeling only his touch seems to cause. He pulls his hand back, but I grab it with my own, my body coming to life like it does every time we touch. I figured he would pull back, but instead he grips my hand and rubs his thumb across the back. I never knew a feeling like this could exist. “Do you feel that too?” I ask breathlessly. It’s like my words brought him back to reality and he released my hand. I instantly regretted saying anything, missing the feeling of his hand in mine. “You do, don’t you? And don’t say it’s static electricity.”

Keeping no space between us. It seemed like we couldn’t stop touching each other. Like once wasn’t enough. I want more of her. More of her shuddering and cumming on me. More of her moaning, squeezing her face as she chased that glorious feeling. At some point I knew we would have to stop, do something productive like that, a shower. Drink some water. It’s the alcohol. That’s what’s making us act like this. We can’t help that our inhibitions have been reduced.

he said softly. And he was right. I just didn’t know how to say it without sounding weak. Without sounding dependent. Without sounding like I’d changed my mind about everything I’d said before. I reached for the mug beside him instead of answering. My fingers brushed his accidentally. The contact sent a small, sharp pulse through me. He didn’t move. Neither did I. For a moment, we both just stood there with our hands too close. Then I pulled mine back. “Sorry.” “You don’t have to apologize for touching me,” he said.

“I was diagnosed after my suicide because I didn’t want people to touch me... In my mind, I was scared of what people could do to me every time I saw their hands reaching out to me. It didn’t matter if they had the intentions or not to harm me; in my head I just imagine them hurting me.” “Is it because someone touched you wrongfully that you build a barrier between you and everyone?” She questioned. “Yes. I mean, it feels a little different now, but there are times that I get taken aback when I let my guard down.” I told her as I shifted a little in my seat feeling a bit uncomfortable. “It used to happen a lot before moving here where I confused people’s movement because I think they’ll do s

Ridiculous I tell you! A touch from him sends electric sparks all over my body. The worst thing is, I like the feeling of being zapped by his touch. Now, do you understand why I am saying there is magic at work here? What sort of static electricity always exists between two people every time they make contact?

"It's a natural bottleneck." I lean in to see where he's indicating, our shoulders brushing. The brief and accidental contact makes our damaged bond hum sharply with awareness. Electricity crackles faintly between us.

And that included having to touch her to heal her. I thought I was prepared for what would happen when I touched her. I thought it would be minor as I was only checking her pulse on her wrist. I’ve touched her wrist and her hand in the past. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. Yeah, I was wrong. No amount of being told about the mate bond can prepare anyone for the intense feeling when you touch your mate, especially for the first time.

Rohan quickly assured me. “So scent is how we can find our mate, and when we touch our mate for the first time, the bond starts to trigger. Every touch from a mate is like little jolts of electricity. But like a good kind. You can feel a range of emotions through the touch of a mate.” He elaborated. I frowned and looked back at the hand I had offered him earlier. I could still feel the tingles from when we touched. I’m still not buying it. There was nothing magical about it, just static electricity.

It’s strange how the air between us has changed. Before, every touch was charged with an electric tension that seemed ready to explode at any moment, as if there were only the urgency to touch each other and no room for anything else; now, instead, I feel that same electricity mixing with something softer, warmer, as if our hands weren’t just searching for immediate pleasure, but also for the certainty that we’re here, the three of us, and that nothing outside this space matters.