I Told Her The Moment That I Approached Her Novels & Stories

Come here and I will explain to you in your ears as walls also have ears. As I smiled and approached her, she inhaled and grinned at me and said, "He was here, I think." and I blushed.

and got up from her bed. I approached her, gave her a hug, gave her a kiss on each cheek, and then I sat down next to her. "How have you been?" She enquired."Ma'am, I've been doing well," I said. She stroked my hair backward with her fingers while grinning."I want to let you know right now that you will be going someplace with Mr. tomorrow.

I immediately halted with a smile, mentally applauding myself for the victory won. I heard her running towards me so I turned around to face her. When she approached me, she bowed shyly while nibbling on the walls of her lower lip nervously. Then she said, "I- I'd marry you."

I told her, stepping closer so she could see that I meant every word. At that moment, she looked at me as if she wanted to believe me.

"I know you’re dying to." "Say what?" I ask, slowly beginning to make my way toward her. "I don’t know what you mean." I did, but I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible before my hopes and dreams of our future were crushed to a million pieces. "Don’t play dumb." Kicking off the wall, she makes her way toward me, and when she is standing directly in front of me, she gets on her tiptoes so that she is closer to my ear.

It is double stupid because if she lies and I find out the truth later on my own, she and her family are dead. She swallows hard, trying to catch her breath. She wipes her nose with the back of her trembled hand. “I'll talk,” she whispers. “I'll tell you everything. Just please, don't hurt me.” I stand upright, crossing my arms over my chest. I decide not to sit because there is no point and I'm too impatient to hear what she has to say. “Start talking… from the very beginning.” “A woman approached me,” she says, her voice tiny and shaking. “It was at the party right before the main event started. I was in the back hallway by the kitchen, setting up the drink trays.”

Somewhere below a door closed, and then the street was quiet again. She straightened from the railing and turned slightly toward me, which I understood was her preparing to say goodnight and go back inside. The way she always did when a moment had gone as far as she was ready to take it. She turned. I moved before I had consciously decided to. Not impulsively. The way you finally do something that you have been deciding to do for a very long time and have simply been waiting for the moment that was finally right. I put both hands on her face. Slowly. Giving her every opportunity to step back.

Her voice was sweet, almost maternal, and before I could respond, she approached me to give me a hug. I hesitated for a second, surprised by the sudden intimacy. We didn’t have that kind of closeness. Regardless, I smiled politely and nodded, indicating that I was fine. But inside, I felt a growing discomfort. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Being there for her might be best.” “But she doesn’t want me near her.” “Did she say that to you?” Her arched brow doubted my words, she knew me quite well. I couldn’t approach her just like that. Walking inside the room, I find her sitting down facing the open window, she doesn’t move when I approach her o take her hand in mine. Maybe she’s in shock still.

she inquired as she approached me. "No, I'm not, I'm just looking at myself in the mirror, is everything alright?"I inquired, and she nodded. She stepped closer to me and placed her hands around my neck. "You should take a deep breath, I can see you are worried," she said and I smiled. "Of course I am, I can't wait to get this done with," I said and moved away from her, sitting down on the bed, she moved closer to me and sat down beside me.