Forced Proximity Novels & Stories

she forbade and smiled at him. "I don't accept a no," he said seriously. Now she noticed that he seemed tense. What could be the reason? She was surprised when Zaiden grabbed her hand and yanked. She felt weird about his actions. And especially, they were heading in different directions. "Why did we take this path?" Vesta asked, her eyes roaming around. "The road there is not safe." Now she just noticed that someone was following them. She saw three men behind them. Their stare was not up for good. Why? Are they a killer? Is this the one Zaiden told her that was not safe here?

INTIMACY (I really love him) Rosanna's POV More people rushed towards him and before you know it, they made it impossible for me to see him. "CB!!" "CB!!!" Was echoing everywhere but that didn't last long. I tried moving closer to them, to see if I could stare at him at a close range but a car pulled over behind us and they turned out to be his guards. They started pushing the crowd away from him and soon, they got into their cars and left.

I kept doing it for more than a minute until my toes started hurting and my hands tried to stretch more to grab the book and that's when I felt a presence behind me. Hell, when did he come near me? I didn't even hear his footsteps. I didn't have the guts to take a look at him but he came so close that his whole body was touching my back and I regretted wearing a short skirt. His hands reached from behind to grab the book and because of his action, his lower region brushed more deeply against my butt, making me close my eyes in sudden fear and excitement. He easily grabbed the book and plopped it on my palms. I thought he would leave after that but instead, he kept both his hands on the sides

I could feel the tension building within me, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. I let out a cry of pleasure as I felt myself teetering on the brink of release. Enzo's name escaped my lips in a breathless plea, urging him to push me over that edge. And with one final powerful thrust, he sent me spiralling into a world of pure bliss. I clung to him, my body shuddering with the force of my climax as waves of pleasure washed over me. Enzo followed soon after, his own release echoing mine as we rode out the aftershocks together.

“You’re not afraid.” “I am,” he corrected. “Just not of the same things they expect.” Mary’s presence sharpened. “Cassie… this is where desire becomes data.” I stepped closer to him deliberately, closing the gap on my terms, not theirs. The wristband flared again. PROXIMITY VARIANCE DETECTED. “They’re panicking,” I whispered. “They should,” he replied just as softly. I could feel the heat of him now. Not touching—but close enough that awareness hummed between us, thick and unavoidable.

My fingers tightened around the armrest, my grip like a vice. "No, Andrew. I can't wait anymore." My voice came out raw, tight with frustration. "Every night, every day, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of her. She's alone, and that... that means someone else could take her from me. I won't let that happen." I paced the room, unable to contain the storm raging inside me. The obsession, the need to possess her, to make her mine—completely, utterly mine—gnawed at my insides. She was so close, so within reach, but not close enough. Not yet.

His restraint shattered piece by piece until his movements turned desperate, intense, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I climaxed hard against him, my entire body trembling beneath the weight of everything I felt for him in that moment. He didn’t stop. He kept pummeling. Harder. Faster. Within minutes, in one final push he released into me and he buried his face against my neck, breathing hard. We had crossed a line neither of us could take back. .

After clearing the table, we moved around each other in the kitchen with the closeness that had stopped having a managed distance reaching around each other, the brief contact of proximity, the ordinary physics of two people in a small space who had stopped treating their proximity as a problem to be solved. He was at the sink. I was putting things back in the cupboard beside it. I reached past him for the shelf and he turned at the same moment and I was suddenly, simply very close to him. His face was near mine. He didn't move back. I didn't move back either. "Maya," "I know," I said. "I keep…" He stopped. "I keep almost.." "I know," I said again, softer. "I know you do, I keep it almost to

"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."

Close enough that I could see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, the exhaustion etched into him from years of holding the line for everyone else. Our foreheads touched. The contact was accidental. Or maybe it was inevitable. I inhaled, and so did he. Our breaths mingled, warm and uneven. My lips were inches from his. Close enough that I could feel the heat of him there. The moment stretched. I wondered if this was how everything fell apart. Not with violence or shouting, but with two people standing too close and not moving away. His grip on my wrist softened. His other hand came up, hovering near my waist, stopping short like it was brushing the edge of a boundary he refused to cros