Everytime We Touch Novels & Stories

“And you’ll make it look haunted with your “design” “It is haunted.” I paused, and then decided to move on and adjust them myself. “You’re still changing them wrong,” he muttered eventually. I sighed, tired. “And yet somehow they already look better.” “That’s subjective.” “See what I mean.” He exhaled sharply through his nose and stepped beside me, reaching across the table to adjust one of the candleholders himself. His arm brushed mine accidentally and the contact was brief. Barely there. But heat still climbed my spine before I could stop it.

I complained while accepting the properly cut pieces. "I think she's too busy enjoying the entertainment," Kieran said while his hand briefly touched mine during the plate transfer and I felt that same electric jolt that seemed to happen every time we made physical contact. "You felt that too right?" I asked before I could stop myself. "The electric shock every time we touch?" he said quietly enough that only I could hear. "Yes, I've noticed." "What do you think it means?" I asked while trying to focus on my food instead of the way my skin was still tingling.

I reached out to grab one that was near him, and I didn't expect that we would both reach for it at the same time, causing our palms to touch. I didn't expect that when our palms touched, I would feel a strange emotion that I had never felt before. I felt a jolt of electricity flow from my fingers to my entire body. I couldn't name what it was, but it felt like a voltage surge that you only feel when you touch a wire that has a problem with its insulation. That's how I felt when our palms touched... I don't know why my body overreacts even with just a simple touch of our palms, it's just so exaggerated. Actually, it's not new to me to have someone holding my hand, so it really makes me wonde

“Didn’t I tell younotto touch yourself when you’re here?” “You did.” “And? Did you touch yourself?” “Yes.” “Do you need a reminder of who gets to touch you?”

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.

For once there's nothing to calculate. There's just him, and me, and the kind of touching we’ve both been starving for. We’ve never once done this on purpose. Not all the way. We do now.

My hands clutched the duvet, tightening the grip as he bent over, hovering above me. "Here," he said, standing upright, handing me over a bottle of water from the bedside stool. As I was taking the bottle, my hand accidentally brushed against it, sending a jolt of electricity all over my body. He withdrew his hand fast, just as I did, sending the bottle falling on my lap. That mere touch was like a brief electric shock that ran through my veins, down to my tingling pussy.

I raised my hand and patted him on his muscular arm, it was the first physical touch between us, and we both were hit by the strong spark, strong enough that Caleb shook from his place and gave me a shocking look, I was shocked too. Mates touching sparks an electrical wave in blood, but I’ve heard that it’s satisfying and pleasing rather than being strong enough to make you shook from your core. I averted my gaze from his widened stare and stood up, taking the matter from here in my hand, letting the matter of our touch be thinking later.

Rowan pleaded. He reached out again, his fingers trembling. This time, as his hand met my cheek, there was a faint spark of static electricity—a sharp, stinging pop that made him flinch. His hand didn't pass through me entirely, but it felt like he was touching a swarm of angry bees. He couldn't feel the warmth of my skin, only the vibration of the error.

Our touches become more passionate, a silent conversation of desire and longing that speaks louder than words. I pull back slightly, my gaze locking with his. "Let’s not think about anything else tonight… Just us." I whisper and he nods, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and affection. Slowly, we start to explore each other with a tenderness that feels both new and familiar. Our movements are slow and deliberate, each touch a reminder of the love we share. The warmth of his body against mine and the intensity of our connection create a cocoon of intimacy that shields us from the outside world.