Going The Distance Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

When the sun dipped and the wind howled outside, I finally stood. “I should go. I have someone waiting.” He raised an eyebrow. “Special someone?” I hesitated. “She… she matters.” He smiled knowingly. “Then don’t waste your time. The people who matter deserve all the time in the world.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. I stepped outside into the freezing night air, lungs burning, mind racing. I booked the next flight home before I even reached the car. Because suddenly, distance felt unbearable. Not from Lucas. Not from the past.

It was the first time I had ever broken through my calm façade and used my influence to have someone fired. However, Sean was far too busy pampering his little sweetheart, picking gifts for her, and playing the perfect knight in shining armor that he didn’t even answer my calls. I stared at the ninety-nine missed calls on my phone until my tears completely dried. The man who once put me first and never ignored my calls and texts was gone, dead and buried in my memory. Watching Dan walk away with the divorce papers, I quietly went to my room and started packing. On the first day of the divorce cooling-off period, I booked a flight to Silverlake.

Chapter Twelve — Testing the Waters Levi's POV Levi had spent years mastering the art of distance. He kept people at arm’s length with polite smiles, clipped answers, and the kind of deliberate calm that made most assume he was cold rather than careful. It was a practiced skill, honed through too many betrayals and too many goodbyes. It had always worked—until it became second nature. Until Avery. Now that careful distance was shrinking every single day, eroding like sand under slow, persistent waves, and he had no idea how to rebuild the wall. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to.

"I just feel bad for Nettie for losing her father, and Alba is like a sister to me. I should take care of them." I snorted and recorded the clip. The man who had just promised me yesterday that he would keep his distance from Alba was now busying himself at her celebration. Sure enough, men's mouths were only for lies. If he dared to come back and hassle me again, I'd shove this video in his face. I didn't watch the rest of the live stream. Instead, I pulled out my design basics textbook and started studying. Once the party ended, Alba sent me a video via an unfamiliar number.

"What part are you dealing with?" He looks at her. The full weight of it in his eyes. No management. No distance. Just him. "The part where he was near you and I was not." * * * She is three feet away from him. She has been three feet away from him approximately four hundred times in twenty four chapters and every single time one of them manufactured distance. A desk between them. A door. A conversation about something else. A reason to look away. She does not manufacture distance this time.

I said without hesitation. That answer didn’t relax him, It sharpened his focus. “Then stay unpredictable,” he said. “Stay visible enough to matter, distant enough to avoid capture.” I nodded. “And you?” “I’ll do what I do best,” he replied quietly. “Move where he doesn’t expect.” As he left, the distance between us closed only after he was gone. Controlled distance, I realized, wasn’t absence. It was restraint. And restraint, when shared was its own kind of bond.

That meant Denver, which was over two thousand miles away from the third-floor apartment in Providence where Maeve was currently sitting at the kitchen table with three different colors of highlighters, trying to figure out how to pay for her next semester of text books. I remained on the couch for a long time after he finished speaking, holding the physical reality of the offer in my mind while trying to reconcile the geographic distance. Through the thin wall of the hallway, the bond delivered her status to me. She was focused, quiet, and completely immersed in her studies, totally unaware that the entire trajectory of our next twenty-four months had just shifted over a cellular signal. "D

Greyson growled with a hand clamped over his mouth, blood trickling through the gaps between his fingers. "She dislocated my arm!" Theodore yelled. "Someone pop it back in for me! Ow, ow, ow! That hurts!" Cole's friends closed in on me. My cumbersome wedding dress was my greatest disadvantage, for it took them no effort to pin me to the ground. Greyson snarled menacingly, "Cole, this woman knows too much. We can't let her live." "Not today," Cole bit out. "It's my big day with Camilla. I won't have bloodshed."

I mutter under my breath, my back shuddering as his arms stretch around me. I feel cornered. Not in a bad sense. But sitting so close to his parted thighs and caged in his arms feels like a tight space. I can’t breathe or think or move away. Because, of course, there is no freaking space between us. Distance is important. It’s the key. It is what— “ I have to keep an eye on the trouble. ” He drawls, sending a heated shudder down my back once more. “ Who? ” I roll my eyes. “ Me? ”

"So are you suggesting I leave Ryan, to be sure I really want to be with him? I mean, that's how you found out this lady was the greatest love of your life, right?" "You could achieve that, without having to leave him. Clearly, that would be such a difficult task for you." He chuckled, making my ears go hot in embarrassment. "The reason I told you this story, is to place emphasis on the fact that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Sometimes, it doesn't necessarily have to be physical distance. Emotional distance could work as well. All you need, is some space to gain clarity of your mind. To be sure you really know what you want."