Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

Baka umuwi ito nang hindi na makagalaw. "Sure ka bang kaya mo na?" tanong ni Yesha. Tumango rin sa kaniya si Erika saka sinuot ang bag. Ganoon din ang kaniyang ginawa. "Oo, girl. Ako na ang maghahanap. Sa library ka na lang muna, para doon na lang tayo magkita." kaagad na nagpaalam ang kaibigan sa kaniya. Siya naman ay dumiretso sa library at saka nanghiram ng ilang biology book. Ayaw niyang ma-bored at ayaw rin naman niyang tumunganga para lang mag-isip ng kung anu-ano. Ayaw niyang masaktan lang. Ayaw niyang mapuno ang kaniyang utak ng mga malulungkot na bagay. Wala iyong mabuting ikakadulot sa kaniya. "Alone?" tanong ng isang lalaki na nakatayo ngayon sa harapan niya. Tinaasan niay ito ng

why? It seems Damon could read my thoughts.... " You're allowed to dream Cornelia.... and in a dream you could do anything..... No one has to know and you don't have to feel guilty about anything too....... Now tell me Yes.... or No" " Yes" the reply just cameout instantly. Damon wasted no time. He gathered me close in his arms and pressed his lips to mine again, this time he pushed his tongue into my mouth.... it was a hungry kiss and it seemed like it would never end. I could not help but let out a few moans against his mouth. He guided me to one of the park benches not breaking the kiss for even a second.

Daniel takes a book off the shelf, and I turn to face him. "What do you like to read the most?" he ask. "A bit of everything, I enjoy gaining knowledge," I shrug. "Take this; consider it a memento from me," he says, holding the book out to me. I raise an eyebrow. I take the book from his hand and look at the cover, which depicts a couple embracing. I check the title, which reads: "Farewell to Humanity." "Thank you." "You're welcome." I say nothing more and head toward the path I memorized leading to the bedroom. I lie down on the bed and stroke the book's cover. I start reading and don't know how much time passes, but when I come to, the day has already dawned.

She almost dropped that book from her hand. She immediately clutched it so tightly to her chest, her heart banging fast against it. He was standing way too close. She could feel him. The unbearable heat of his body burning into her skin. His breaths against her shoulder. When did he move?!? And why was he standing so close to her now? What did he want? She was so scared. She didn't like this. What was he doing this close to her? What was he planning to do?

"Of course. Always." I closed the distance between us until our bodies were inches apart. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. I could smell his familiar scent that used to make me feel safe before everything fell apart. I took his hand in mine and placed it on my hip over my pajamas. Nothing scandalous but intentional. "Just hold me. That is all. Just hold me."

My lips part and I can’t move. I expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. Instead… He holds my hand. Tighter. Slower. Like he is testing something. Or fighting something. His eyes drop to my lips. My heart pounds harder. Faster. My throat tightens. I can’t breathe. He steps closer. Very slowly. Like he doesn’t even realize he is doing it. Or maybe… He does. His face lowers. Closer. Closer. I feel his breath. Warm.

I can feel my cheeks warming up. Jude holds the book and I take it from him, bringing it closer to my chest and hugging it with both my arms. “It will be our dirty little secret,” he tells me before he stands up and walks to the table where the drinks are. I watch as he walks away and I feel like the world has stopped moving and it’s just him on the face of the earth.

Because sometime after we’d worn each other out, after she’d come apart on my tongue and then again with me buried deep inside her, after I’d carried her boneless body to the shower and washed her hair while she leaned sleepy and trusting against my chest; she’d crawled back into bed and wrapped her arms around me from behind. Not the way people usually hold me. Not tentative, not careful, like they’re afraid I’ll snap. No. She held me like she meant it. Like she knew exactly how rare it was for me to let anyone that close. Her small hand splayed over my chest, right over the scar just beneath my collarbone, as if she could feel the jagged history under my skin and wasn’t scared of it. Her l

‘I have a book I’ve been really excited to show you, but it’s a first edition and is slightly worn down, so—‘ I stepped closer to him and took his hands in mine, gripping them tightly, ‘I will be as careful with it as possible, as if I were holding a vital organ in my hands, I promise.’ His smile was so pure and heartwarming, the excitement blooming on his face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, ‘What’s the book?’ He released my hands and reached up to grab the book, removing the protective sleeve he had covering it and placing it gently in my hands.

“You don’t have to hide it from me.” She looked at me for a long second. Then— She didn’t say anything. She just moved closer. Closing the space completely this time. I didn’t hesitate. My arms came around her instinctively. Holding her. Not loosely. Not carefully. Firm. Grounded. Like I needed to be sure she was still there. She didn’t resist. Didn’t pull away. Her hands settled against me, steady. Real. And for a moment— Everything else faded. The threat.