Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

One he couldn’t stop circling. I stepped closer. Too close. The kind of closeness that made the air feel thick, like it might snap if either of us moved the wrong way. My fingers reached out—lightly, carefully—and touched his hand. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull back. Just stood there, jaw locked, eyes pinned to mine like he was trying to figure out what this was—what I was. I held his hand fully now, both palms cradling his like it was nothing. Like it meant nothing.

He always maintains a supermodel persona and uses it to get the girl. But not with Eva. Without even realizing it, Jack became an open book. He was admitting all his frustrations, his every disappointment in life. Things that scare him and what he really wanted in life. This unintentional honesty captivates Eva. Even without any experience with men, she knew that it's hard for someone to be open and honest to a stranger. And Eva is someone who knows how to appreciate.

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.

My arms wrap around his waist, my face pressing into his chest like shame doesn't exist anymore. “Don’t,” I whisper, nearly choking. “Please.” My pride breaks into pieces. Everything I’ve built…every lie, every carefully curated illusion of strength—shatters. If anyone finds out, I’m dead. Not metaphorically. Literally. I tremble as I cling to him. He’s warm. Solid. Dangerous. But right now, I need that danger on my side. His scent hits me again, stronger now—deeper, richer, almost taunting. My knees threaten to give out. I grip his shirt tighter as another wave of heat crashes through me, leaving me breathless.

“However you want it.” She closed her eyes for a second, letting the promise sink in. The confusion hadn’t vanished, but it felt… smaller. Manageable. Like something she could carry without it crushing her. She opened her eyes again and pulled him closer. “Hold me,” she whispered. He shifted, rolling them so she was tucked against his chest. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand stroking slow lines down her bare back. She pressed her face to the hollow of his throat, breathing him in...warm skin, faint salt, the steady thump of his pulse.

He returned a moment later with her favourite pillow from her room, the lumpy one she'd had since freshman year that she refused to replace, and the worn copy of Wuthering Heights from her nightstand. "In case you can't sleep," he explained, setting the book beside her. Ericka's eyes glistened. "You know me so well." "Three years of paying attention." He sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing the blanket over her. "I noticed everything, Ericka. Even when I was pretending not to." She caught his hand before he could pull away. "Stay with me?" Dominic kicked off his shoes and stretched out beside her, careful to maintain a respectful distance. But Ericka immediately closed the gap, curling into

I saw what was underneath—a raw, wild wanting, held back by sheer will. "Because," he said. His voice was rough, stripped down to bare truth. "If I start, Chloe… I won’t be able to stop." That was it. That was all I needed to hear. I tried to tell my feet to move back. To tell my hands to hold the book tighter. My body didn’t listen. The book slipped from my fingers. It hit the deep rug with a soft, muffled thud. Two steps. That’s all it took to close the space between us.

This was the man I had loved for ten years—yet now, he looked like a complete stranger. In the past, the moment he noticed I felt unwell, he would panic, fussing over me in a flurry. Now, he was utterly indifferent, as if we were strangers. "I'm fine." I avoided the housekeeper's attempt to help and walked straight to the cabinet. Ignoring the used condoms left on top, I opened it and took my medication. At that moment, Nancy stepped in front of the door, her gaze falling on the HIV medication in my hand. "With a disease like that, you two probably haven't been intimate for a long time, right? Michael must've been holding back for ages."

“Can you be any more shameless?” I asked. Bishop leaned against the door, and the black fabric slipped out of my hand. He looked at me indifferently with his arms crossed. After a while, he suddenly closed the kitchen door and pinned me against the stove. He was so close to me, hot breath spreading on my cheek, making me jump a little bit. I struggled desperately, but couldn't shake him off in the slightest. “Stop messing around!” I said hurriedly.

“I will give you what you want then because you belong to me.” Robin leaned close to my face and I closed my eyes, clutching the bed sheet that spread under us as I waited for the touch of his lips on mine and the inevitable