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

I had a strong premonition that it was her cousin's doing. She shook her head. "I don't know. But I wished not to but at the same time I really wanted too. He really made me feel something I couldn't comprehend. I feel different when I'm with him." She murmured to herself but I can clearly hear her from where I sat.

She seemed to have known him, but she could not place the exact impression on her mind. She shook her head to dispel the thoughts. “Well, Thank you for taking me to the dispensary though it wasn’t necessary. But it was really kind of you.’ She said as she tried to control her confused feelings. “It was nothing. Anybody could have done that,” He said as he checked the time and sighed. “It seems I am late for my class already, and it is almost over.” He said, rushing out before he lost his mind. To him, that was an excuse to flee from her. His feelings for her had always been strong since they were young. He was afraid he could not control himself.

“Why can’t you be more careful?” He blinked, momentarily taken aback as he held her gaze, feeling the intensity of her emotions wash over him. His chest rose and fell unevenly, but no words emerged; the shock of her distress left him momentarily speechless. He had never seen her this shaken before, and it struck a chord deep within him.

"You promised the guilt would fade, that I'd forget. But it's getting worse. Every night, I feel her. I hear her. Sometimes I wake up thinking she's near, that I can smell her perfume in the halls." Victoria's jaw clenched, her composure cracking slightly. "That's impossible. You rejected her. The bond is broken. Whatever you think you're feeling is just" "No," he interrupted, voice gaining strength. "Something's still there. Something real." Good, I thought viciously. Let it haunt you. Let it tear you apart from the inside.

Everything she hadn’t admitted. Everything she was starting to feel. Her fingers tightened slightly around his. And this time She didn’t let go.

“The real trouble is that I didn’t want to let her go.” He looked toward the direction she had run off, the corners of his lips lifting helplessly. “Why is she adorable?” he murmured, feeling an unfamiliar tug in his chest. A warmth. A pull.

He has already fallen deep for her. To him, she was perfection personified. He felt filthy just thinking about her. He wanted to come out clean, he wanted to tell her all about himself but he just couldn't. She never lived in his world and can never understand nor empathize. Moreover, it was too late. He was at the point of no return. He wished he had met her earlier.

“Kim was left alone. The house felt smaller. He touched the couch where she had sat, her scent lingering. The image of her, wrapped in his arms, burned in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking of her—no matter how hard he tried.” He couldn't stop himself from thinking about her no matter how hard he tried.

He shrugged. “When the crash happened… I thought about you. That was the only clear thing.” Her chest tightened. “I thought I lost you.” He turned to face her fully now. “And what did that feel like?” She hesitated. Because she couldn’t tell him everything. It felt like death. It felt like falling into someone else’s arms because she couldn’t stand alone. But she didn’t say that. “It felt wrong,” she whispered. He studied her face closely. As if searching for something.

She nodded, dazed. She couldn’t stop shaking. He left her there — ruined, claimed, trembling. And she knew something deep in her bones. She hadn’t stepped into his trap. She’d wanted to.