Novel & Cerita I Want To Be With Him So Bad

Now he would know that I am badly craving for his touch. “ You also want this, don't you?”

He doesn't want to meet me even. "I have never felt for anybody as like I feel for you. I was going crazy to talk to you in these three days. I couldn't able to sleep properly at night. You were on my mind every single second. I was craving to hear your voice. It was killing me inside to ignore you. I was feeling like my heart has stopped beating. I want to meet you badly, Mr. stranger, I really want to meet you. My soul is craving to meet you. My heart and my soul would get peace only after meeting you." I pursed my lips to control myself from crying. It is hurting me because I love him and I know, he won't meet me, he wants me as his friend only. Why? Why did I fall in love with him? Why c

Phrases leapt out at me from the pages. He’s so unhappy with her, he wants me to help. Nobody would know I could be his, for everyone to see then He can’t do it, he needs me, he NEEDS me He loves me so much, he came again last night to see me even though he’s with her

I think I'm in trouble. Because at this moment I wanted to… Kiss him. ​

I’m not sure there is much else that is positive about this place, but there’s one thing at least. I miss the hell out of Everly. I want nothing more than to be with her. I didn’t think being separated from someone like this could hurt so much. I know that if it’s killing me, it’s also killing her. I can’t wait to get out of here so I can be reunited with her, and I’m going to fuck her like there is no damn tomorrow.

“Did you make them up? What about what I think should and shouldn’t be?” I stare right at him, all thoughts of scrubbing muddy boot prints drifting into nothing. “I want you,” I tell him. “I want to be with you. When I’m with you, I feel like we fit. I feel like you could get me, even when I don’t get myself.” I pause. “And I feel like I could get you too.” “We do fit,” he says. “And that’s a good thing. We can be friends, Moona. I’d like to be your friend.”

But then I felt his body yield, his arms wrapping around me with the same intensity I held him. “Sophia...” he murmured. I kept speaking before he could stop me. “I’ve been thinking. I want to be with you. I want to leave all the bad behind. I don’t want to keep remembering what happened. I just want us, Bright.” He held me tighter, and in his voice I heard something that broke me in two. “You don’t know how much I needed this,” he whispered. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” I lifted my face. His eyes were softer now, but there was a weariness in them that hurt to see.

I felt secured. I am mad with him. I am hurt because he did something awful to me but on the other side I so much love him right now. I so much want him in my life, right beside me.

I want to sleep so badly, but I can't. That picture is still bugging me. Why the hell would he use that as his wallpaper? I'm really curious about his relationship with her. I want to know.

Heat blooms in my core, and I clench my thighs, trying to keep myself steady. Fuck I want him—so badly it hurts.