Novel & Cerita I Pulled You Closer To My Chest

I reached out instinctively, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I could. "Thank you," I murmured against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "You didn’t have to do that." He pulled me closer, his chin resting lightly on top of my head. "I wanted to," he replied simply, and that was enough to send butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I don’t know why, but the sight of them, the thought of how warm they must feel, made the air between us feel heavier. My voice came out as a whisper. "Can I come closer?" I saw her head nod—once, then twice—and something loosened in my chest. I shifted under the covers, careful not to startle her, and moved closer until there was almost no space left. My voice was even softer this time. "I’m a little cold. Can I hold you?" Ava nodded again, and I didn’t wait. I slid my arm gently around her waist, pulling her against me. Her back molded into my chest perfectly, like she belonged there. Like we’d done this a thousand times.

I kept my hand on his chest and pushed him away. "I told you to stay away from me. This closeness... You.. Your words are driving me crazy." I muttered and kept my hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat which was beating at a higher speed. It felt like my heart would burst out.

I was about to react when he pulled me closer to him. "Take off your shirt, babe. I want you tonight."

I gently clasped his face, finally freeing all my desires, and pulled him closer. And closer . . .

He stepped in even closer, his chest almost brushing against mine, his arms completely unfolding as he started coming close like he wanted to hug me, to pull my shattered body tight against his chest and never let me go. I froze, staring up into his eyes, my breath completely trapped in my throat as his shadow fell over me.

He pulled me closer and I inhaled deeply. After getting out of the bathroom, he was standing at the door.Unexpectedly his hand drifted to my hip and settled there.He pulled me closer and I inhaled deeply.I was against his shirtless warm chest chiseled for perfection. "I dont know what's happening but I want to make you mine..." I felt electricity in my skin.

, I whisper yelled hoping he would leave me His right hand made its way around my waist as he pulled me closer to himself. My eyes met with his, only to gaze at his chest which was exposed due to two of his shirt buttons opened. I closed my eyes trying to calm my racing heart in front of Christopher who is a little bit taller than I am.

It pulled at the wound in my chest like it was trying to close something that couldn't close, and standing there with his face three inches away I wanted, with a desperation that shamed me completely, for him to close the distance. I hated myself for it. I didn't move. I didn't move. He was close. The bond responded to his proximity as if it was fully functional: immediate, involuntary, a pull through my sternum that had nothing to do with choice. His eyes dropped from mine, moved across my face, and I watched the furious control in his expression develop a crack. His hand came up. Stopped near my jaw. Not touching. Close enough that I could sense the warmth of his palm.

The closer I got, the more the crushing pain in my own chest began to ease, replaced by a strange, magnetic warmth that urged me forward. I reached the bench and dropped to my knees right in front of him, instantly wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face into his chest. Timothee stiffened completely, a harsh gasp escaping his throat. For a terrifying second, I thought he was going to push me away. But then, his large, trembling hands came up, gripping my shoulders with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity as he pulled me even closer, burying his face into the crook of my neck.