I Want To Know Her Novels & Stories

“It feels like she knows something about me and now, I have seen a picture of her and my mom." The worst was that I didn’t even know how to explain how I feel toward her. It's messing with my head. I don’t even know what I was searching or want to hear about her but I have this intense urge to know her, to get close to her shd it's crazy no matter how much I think of it.

There are a dozen reasons why I don't want to get even more tangled with her. Still, the idea of her rubbing her soaking wet clit against my tongue— Fuck, I need a cold shower after this. "I should go," she squeaks, turning on her heel. "Good talk." She marches out. Her door slams. And there's no doubt in my mind she's in her bed right now, giving herself the orgasm she deserves. Fuck, that girl is trouble. But she's right: we need to get to know each other. Not just sexually, but in every way I can think of. I need to know her likes, dislikes, hobbies, tastes, habits. All the stuff a husband would know intuitively.

She asked concernedly. "I want-want to know something." I stammered a bit, biting my nails. "What?" She instantly asked. I sighed, closing my eyes and asked, "What is love?" She freaked out. "You've called me at this time to know what is love, are you-" She paused for a few seconds. "Don't tell me you're in love with somebody." She asked, getting excited because she has been waiting for me to fall in love for a long time.

I asked and watched as she got tensed. “You're suddenly interested in my life__” “I should know the lady I'd love to take as my girlfriend and intended wife, don't you think?” I asked and she smiled.

He—” “Okay, you do seem to know everything about him. Why do you want to meet him?” “Duh. He’s Trey Mills.” “Yes, I know who he is. Why do you want to meet him?” “I love him. I want him. I need him.” She clutched her hands in front of her chest and rolled her eyes for emphasis. “And what do you hope comes from this meeting?” She laughed. “A baby. Are you a reporter or something?” “No, I’m just curious. So you want to have sex with Trey Mills?”

Fuck. Is it bad that I just want to get to know her? Not her resume. Not how well she folds sheets or scrubs counters. I want to know what keeps her up at night. What her laugh sounds like when she's trying to hold it back. What she'd look like if she truly let her guard down.

Not for you, her tone said clearly. I nodded. "Thank you." She moved past me, close enough that I caught the scent of her shampoo. Close enough to touch if I reached out. I didn't reach out. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

But one thing I do know. “I want her back.” And this time, I will worship the very ground she walks on, and make her my queen.

“I don’t know what I want. I’ll go look. You can…do whatever you want.” I want to help her. I want to be with her. And I don’t know what else to do to make her believe me.

She smiled at me. “There's a lot you don't know about me.” I sighed and unlocked the doors. “How about you open up to me, so I can get to know you better?” She asked. I stared at her in surprise. “Since when did you develop interest in getting to know me?” I asked. “Calm down, dude, I'm not interested in you. I just want to know about you. Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a total stranger. We don't know anything about each other.”