Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

James seemed unusually frustrated as he fed Emily some soup. He couldn't shake the feeling that something important was slipping out of his grasp. He set down the bowl and was about to leave when Emily suddenly grabbed his wrist. "I'm terrified, James. Can you stay by my side?" He couldn't bear to leave her alone after seeing how weak and helpless she looked. Without any hesitation, he held her hand gently. "Don't be scared, Emily. I'm here." Emily burrowed herself into his embrace, her hand gently moving down to his lower body.

“But that was bond-triggered. Defensive. Strong.” I swallow. “Is that bad?” “It’s… early.” There’s that word again. Before I can ask what it really means, his hand slides to the back of my neck. Firm. Anchoring. The contact sends a shock through me—warm, steady, grounding. The shaking eases. “You need to stay close,” he says. “Very close.” “How close?” He doesn’t answer with words. He pulls me against him, chest to chest, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other stays braced protectively behind my head. It’s not gentle—but it’s not rough either. Controlled. Intentional.

“This isn’t your environment.” “You decided that?” He stepped closer. Deliberate. Unhurried. Like a man who knew exactly what closing that distance meant and was doing it anyway. The air between us changed immediately. warm and charged, the noise of the club fading back like it knew better than to interrupt. I could smell him from here. Something clean and understated that had been living quietly in the back of my memory since the first night in my apartment. “You saw me dancing,” I said quietly. It wasn’t a question.

On the fifth I gave up and closed the book. The library held its Monday quiet around me. His book was still on the side table, face-down, the spine holding the page. I looked at it. The specific intimacy of a person’s book held open, the small act of it, the assumption of return. He was coming back. Or he had been, before Petra’s knock.

In anger, I slumped to the floor, just very close to where the books were. " You're here again aren't you?" I swiped at one of the books angrily. I twirled the first one in between my fingers, its edges brushing against the skin on my palm. To be quite frank, holding the book up close made we want to open it. Find out whatever secrets it was hiding. Or more specifically, whatever secrets Noah's mother was hiding. If the initials had led me to this even after thrashing once associated with it, then maybe, just maybe it was actually relevant in all of this.

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

When he settles in bed, I remember to move over to my previous place, but before I get far, he says, "Stay close." So I shift back and rest my head against the pillow. Suddenly he brings his arm around me and holds me against his body. My breathing grows shallow as he locks me in place, waiting for me to reciprocate. I ease into him and rest my hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall under my palm as if I'm breathing for him. My knee lifts over his, and I cling to him, now knowing what it's like to be held by him, and now never wanting to return to my nights alone. "Thank you," he says.

I asked. "I should get going now" she said as she pack up her books but I grab her wrist. She looks up at me. I pulled her closer to me, in between my legs. She was shaking. I placed my chin on her shoulder. The proximity was fucking good. "Don't go yet. Just stay close to me" I whispered into her ears. She was what I need the most right now. My hand slides down to her boob. She didn't say a word, so I just rubbed on it. My lips came in contact with her shoulder. She sighed out. I pulled more tighter into my arms. She was so tiny that my arms actually covered her whole body.

“I want to be inside you, Anna, but you have to be really quiet. I don’t want to wake your mother up.” I bit my lip, feeling the rush of too many emotions all at once. He came impossibly closer, the heat from his body driving me insane. His finger replaced mine, stroking my clit once. Just once. It was my undoing. I groaned. Loud. And I heard a door slam shut in the hallway, footsteps approaching. And just then, Andre slid two fingers inside me.

“Can you… hold me?” My heart skipped a beat. She didn’t ask me to stop, she didn’t beg me not to touch her, she asked me to hold her. I nodded once, then lowered myself down, bracing on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her. Sliding one arm beneath her back, I pulled her against me until her soft body was flush with mine. “Like this?” I murmured, close enough that my breath brushed her lips. She gave the faintest nod, and looked at me like she was seeking my help, my protection, my closeness.