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

She didn’t look away either. I gave a small nod. An acknowledgment, nothing more. She held my gaze for a second longer, then returned to what she was doing. I waited until the line thinned before I approached, stopping a step farther back than necessary. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” she replied back her tone was neutral. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” she added. “I almost wasn’t,” I said honestly. That earned me a brief, curious look. “Almost?” “I didn’t want to overstep.”

“The view is beautiful isn’t it?” She leaned into me and smiled. “It’s more than beautiful. It’s breathtaking.” I let out a contented sigh. “Not as beautiful or breathtaking as you are.” She chuckled. “That was smooth.” I smiled but inside, my stomach was twisted in knots and my heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my head. This was the moment. I placed my hands on her waist and turned her around before I took both of her hands on mine. “Maya,” I started, my nervousness taking over. “There is something I need to tell you.”

And then I saw her—a figure that seemed to glow amidst the crowd, commanding attention without even uttering a word. She approached with grace, her eyes locked with mine, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was a familiar face, one that I had not expected but was undeniably drawn to. At that moment, the pieces fell into place, and a mix of surprise and realization flooded over me.

She is somewhere in the garden of the pack house, I can feel it. As I approach her, I find her lying on the grass and having some kind of mild flashbacks. I'm not sure what she's trying to remember, but I'm here for her. I take my time approaching her gently and quietly, not wanting to startle her. I kneel beside her and place a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at me with surprise in her eyes, yet some recognition as well. I know that at this moment, she feels safe and secure with me.

A knowing look flickered across her face — like she understood exactly what sitting there meant. Then she finally stepped forward, and just as I reached for her again— My phone lit up on the counter. I exhaled through my nose. Talk about timing.

Kayla followed me closely, and as we approached her office, I couldn't help but notice how late it had already become, casting a subtle realization of the passing time. Just then, I halted right in my tracks and without a second thought, I turned around to meet her gaze. "Alpha! Is there anything I…" she began to say when, at that very moment, I walked closer to where she was standing. The unexpected approach added a layer of anticipation to the interaction. "It's late… I'd like to take you home!"

The choice was mine to make, and it was a weighty one. I had come this far, and I wasn't about to run away now. I moved towards her, and she stood up to meet me. She glanced at her phone, then looked back at me. I could see the confusion and uncertainty in her eyes. I wasn't sure what to say, or how to explain what I was about to do. I slowly approached her, reaching out my arms. She met me halfway, and I embraced her. I felt her body melt into mine, and I held her tight.

she said slowly. I rubbed my forehead lightly. “It’s not what you think.” “It better not be,” she shot back. “Start talking.” I took a deep breath. “He came to see me,” I began. “At the apartment.” “Wait…he found you?” “Yes.” “How?” “I don’t know… but he did.” “Okay… continue,” she said, her tone now curious but still cautious. “I was coming up the stairs with groceries and I almost fell,” I admitted. “What?!”

I told her She chuckled “Im here” was all she said

Was I always kidding her for thinking this relationship wasn't real? "Look into my eyes and see if I look like I'm joking?" With steady steps, I approached her. The girl stood stiffly when she saw me walking straight to approach her. My gaze locked on his eyes. She was a little nervous when I got so close. Her face flushed quickly. I wanted her to know that I was severe right now.