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

she whispered and then stood up as I quickly did the same. "Only to talk," I screamed out as she frowned. "Right," she answered in a mocking tone and then turned to walk away when I quickly grabbed her hand. "I'm telling you the truth, I met her only to talk. To be honest, she was the one who approached me first," I said softly. "Do you take me for a fool?" she asked angrily and then turned back to face me. "No," I answered in a low tone. "You can't have her scent if she didn't touch you in any way," she said as I let go of her hand.

she spoke. Her voice was sweet as honey. The moment, I walked towards her to shake hands with her, I don't know how, but I tripped and thud. I fell on the floor!

She started to throw things at me as I steadily approached her, I grabbed her in my arms and knelt before her as she sat helplessly on the bed. “We still have time, we’ll settle this before the pups are born okay?”

I schooled my features into calm, though shock pricked at me. "What are you doing here?" I asked evenly, masking the sudden jolt inside me. She smiled—slow, deliberate, like she knew exactly the effect she had. "Looking for you." My throat went dry. For a second, words failed me. I watched her approach, each step confident, measured, until she lowered herself onto the bench beside me. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of her skin, close enough that her scent wrapped around me again like a noose. Her lips curved, and when she spoke again, her voice rolled out husky. "I wanted to dance with you."

Her eyes flicked to me the second I entered, and for a moment, the tension in her face eased. I crossed the room in three strides and dropped to one knee in front of her, resting my hands on her legs. “You okay?” She nodded slowly. “I should be asking you that.” I brushed a hand over her thigh, grounding myself in the contact. “I keep thinking about how close it came. How we almost had that moment stolen.” “But we didn’t,” she whispered. “We still had it.” Her fingers tangled with mine. “She’s real,” she added, voice breaking. “She’s ours.”

I was quiet for a while, before clearing my throat and then approaching her. She looked up, then grinned on seeing me, "Hey, mommy!"

I didn't realize I was taking a step towards her until I'm just an inch away from her hair. “Missed me,” I said, and I placed my hands on her back. I've been wanting to touch her skin since she passed through that entrance. Surprisingly, she shivers under me and arch her back. I smirked.

After a moment of silence, she stood up and walked toward me, stopping right before me. She took a deep breath and said, "I needed to come back to tell you that I love you." A weak smile appeared on her lips before she stood on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt her lips on mine. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. I could feel her heart beating against mine as I felt my own heart racing. We stayed like that for a few moments before separating and looking into each other's eyes.

“I need you.” Her words caught me off guard, filling me with both surprise and relief. This was a rare moment, one I didn’t want to let slip away. Without hesitation, I settled back beside her, wrapping my arms around her gently, feeling her body relax against mine. It was nearly morning, the first hints of light breaking through the window, but in this quiet moment, nothing else mattered.

I placed an arm on her belly, caressing it. She pulled off from me and turned to gaze at my face. “What is it?” I crooked my head, flicks her a curious look. “I think I need to tell you something now.” “Ok, go on.” “I feel like kissing you.” Before I could reply to her unexpected statement, she pecked my lips with a quick kiss. It was too quick that it doesn’t give me the chance to respond to it. The moment I realized it, I found her standing near the door.