He Couldn't Shake Off The He Felt For Her Novels & Stories

Prologue "I love how you make me feel" she held him tightly not allowing him to leave the room and also in a way that made her vulnurable. He wanted to push her away, but he was being careful, he didn't want to hurt her too. He cried for help inside of him like he would receive any answer. Yes. he kind of caught feelings on the way, but he couldn't handle this anymore. He was tired. This wasn't right. It hadn't felt right from the start.

I chuckled at her attempt at cracking a joke. My eyes flicked to her, and I realized she wasn't even smiling at all. She was serious. “You wouldn't.” I said slowly. She shrugged. “I can assure you that nothing would make him leave again. Just an inking feeling, I think.” Surprisingly, I had the same feeling blooming gently in my chest. I was certain he wouldn't leave anymore. In the same way, I was certain not to fall for him again.

He wondered if she was thinking of him, if the memory of their shared night tugged at her in the same way it did him. He shook his head, trying to clear the images, the sensations that made his pulse pick up uncomfortably. He hated that he thought about her this way. Hate might have been too strong a word. He disliked, intensely, the vulnerability that had been stirred in him, the fragility of his own control. He had spent decades perfecting detachment but now it was crumbling.

No. The glimpse of a smile she flashed at him in the mountain yesterday before she disappeared reverberated in his mind. He admitted that a crack had appeared in his resolute heart at that time, and a beam of light had broken in with overwhelming strength. He had feelings for her. A feeling he could not describe, but it always made his heart itch uncontrollably. He closed his eyes and licked his dry lips. Damn it. He still felt awful. He casually pulled the quilt over him then took several tissues. How long had it been since he used his hand?

His feelings for her were tearing him apart, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make them go away. He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stay away, to keep his distance. But as he closed his eyes, all he could see was her face, her smile, the way she had looked at him earlier—even if it had only been a moment, even if she hadn’t felt what he had.

It felt like he had run two laps round a huge stadium and forgot to breathe. He couldn't look away, couldn't deny how much she affected him, even when she was just sitting there, lost in her own thoughts. It was then he knew he was done for.

she whispered to herself She couldn’t… possibly… have feelings for him. Could she?

"you trapped me and now I don't even want to get away, I want to miss my family, but I can't, I want to miss mother but I still can't, you took all that away from me, I should blame you, but I am unable to, why did you make it feel so right being here with you. I just want to stay with you all the time, I love the sensation whenever you touch me and it makes me so sad when you don't want to, I'm also sad when you are unhappy with me..." Then she stopped. Her every word was like a crack to his heart, the sadness that echoed in her voice as she spoke those final words melted away all his resolve. Wanted to reach out to her hold her in comfort, how did she ever think he could ever be unha

He started running after her and didn't even complete a few seconds until he grabbed her and tightened his hand on her. When he grabbed it, he didn't know why he felt this thing. He felt that something came back to him again, something he had been missing for a long time. He forgot this feeling so long ago that he doesn't understand now what's going on He feels so warm He feels that he doesn't want to leave her and be held in that way He feels safe that way and he doesn't know why. She was trying to get out of his hand in any way and kicked him with all her strength using her feet, but she was ready to move, he was standing and he was very steadfast and never moved and his mind was wandering