Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

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. ***

The air crackles with an unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that draws us closer together. In the moonlit water, our bodies move as one, in perfect synchrony. The rhythmic motion of the waves mirrors the beat of our hearts, pounding with anticipation. I am acutely aware of every inch of my body, the water caressing my skin, the coolness mingling with the heat that burns within me. As we swim side by side, the boundaries between us begin to blur. Our hands reach out, fingers brushing against each other, sending shivers down my spine. The touch is fleeting, yet electrifying, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Ardal We hit the water in a heap, the impact of our bodies sending a splash upward. As I go under the surface, Kadeem’s hand leaves my wrist, but that doesn’t mean we’re no longer touching. No, instead our legs tangle and then untangle, our hips brush, our hands bump each other's stomachs. Our limbs inevitably connect as we try to correct ourselves, but - while me touching him is purely accidental - I’m not sure I can say the same thing for Kadeem.

I held his gaze for a moment longer before realizing I was staring. “Can I see your schedule?” I hold out my hand. He pulls a folded piece of paper out from his pocket. Our fingers brush as he hands it to me and we both jump from the sudden shock, dropping the piece of paper. The feeling of our skin touching was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. All at once, like an electrical current, my body hummed then stopped the moment the connection was served.

Most commonly it’s the touch, a jitter of electricity racing from palm to palm. Torrance and Jack were sight, a powerful bond pulled them together before their hands ever touched. According to Mains, way back when he explained mateship to me, this happens more often when two mates have never met. It’s way more common in our kind to mate within our own packs, or within neighbouring ones. Our sense of sight when it comes to connecting mates isn’t as strong as we’ve seen these people every day- that’s where touch comes in.

“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?

“What?” “Can. I. Touch. You.”

"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.