Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

It was already past midnight when I returned to the hotel. Gazing out at the glittering skyline of the city's central business district, I realized I did not want to go back to where Max was. Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and rescheduled my flight—to a private island this time. After treating myself to a spa session, I fell into a peaceful sleep. Max had not tried to contact me all night. The next morning at the airport, my phone started buzzing frantically. I glanced at it once and declined the call, but he kept calling until I finally put my phone on silent.

I'm so ready! I let go of his arm and turned to him, ready to talk—but before I could say anything, he reached for me and leaned in too close. "Out of sight from everyone else is a good idea," he murmured. It was immediate, the flames that had flickered through me when he was near fucking roared as soon as his lips met mine. Instantly, my hands were gripping his shirt, Vaguely, as his tongue entered my mouth, I felt his hands pulling me closer to him. I pulled him closer, trying to get more of him.

I just pulled her closer and held her close to me. I was going to protect her from anything. I couldn't describe what I felt holding her close to me this night but I didn't want to let out of my sight again.

To make things harder, Julia wants her to sit next to her – that means she needs to sit next to Gale as well. She didn't have any energy to make an excuse and wordlessly took a seat next to him. They were not touching, but the familiar feeling of him was emerging from deep within her heart. The feelings that were once buried and forgotten entirely. The yearning to be as close as possible. Ava wondered whether he felt the same way as he did in the past whenever he was near her – the urge to reach out. He always liked to touch her and keep her close to him.

They stood still for a moment, looking down at Darius – his slumped back, his tired arms that weakened at having to hold the bottle up at the right angle for Dahlia. “I don’t know, Cassia. We haven’t done anything in a long time. I can’t deny that I do want to feel like that again, but I still have my guard up and he knows it. We’ll fumble it.” Astrid shook her head. “I’m not saying you should do it right now. I’m just saying, hold this tight and wear it whenever you’re ready. There are stockings in the bag, too. Also, I’m sure you won’t fumble it.” Cassia shrugged, like it was that easy.

For a moment I fight away the fear and give in to the calmness as I find myself curling into the handsome man. He holds me close to his chest, his warmth all around me and moving into my bones pushing away the cold that has been trapped there for years. His hold on me is soft and delicate – it makes me feel cared for. I feel him lean in and take a deep breath through his nose and he too seems to relax.

I said and stretched out my hand for a handshake. He stared at my hand briefly and back at my face. "Good for you. Please excuse me," he said and walked away, leaving my hand hanging in the air. I took my hand back and stared at him sadly as he walked away. He was rude just like his daughter but he was so hot. I stared at my hand which held his when he helped me up from the ground. I placed it over my nose and closed my eyes as I inhaled with longing. When I opened my eyes, he was gone and I just stood there wondering if I would ever be held in the arms of Lucas Keeler.

he snapped into the phone, his grip tightening over me. "Just fucking spill it!" he said as he brought me even closer, grinding my butt against his front. My senses were on overdrive as I melted into his warmth. His muscles were tensed and relaxed, inviting me in while also warning me to be careful. I had never been held like this before, and the sensation left me wanting more. When he placed his big hand over my lower stomach to keep me close, I shivered. I couldn't resist the low growl that rumbled from his chest and reverberated through my body. Every inch of him felt electric against my skin.

At first, I try to maintain a respectable distance, but Miles is insistent. He tightens his hold around my waist, bringing me closer against his firm chest. Like this, our faces are close. I don’t know where to look, so I turn my head away. This puts my ear very near his mouth. I can feel his warm puffs of breath against my skin. I shiver at the closeness, memories seeping into my thoughts once more. The night we were together, Miles held me so close. He grabbed my hand when we’d made love and did not let go until we both finished.

The small click of the notebook ring when she turned the page was as grounding as a deep breath. Not inward. Not away. Just closer. Lists. Lines. Timelines. What could be touched, measured, and corrected. She opened her notebook to the next clean page and let the pen move in straight strokes that did not wobble, even when her wrist wanted to. Her fingers smelled faintly of lemon sanitizer and graphite. She pressed harder than she needed to, as if the act could anchor her to the present.