I Want To Know Her Novels & Stories

There’s a future that is quite possible, and something I seem to crave each second I’m with her. Does she know that? Will she ever know that?

"And I want to know if I'm reading you right." "I don't know what I want." The admission comes out as a whisper. "I've never felt like this before. About anyone. I don't know what's happening to me." "Do you want to find out?" I look at her. Really look. At her parted lips, her chest rising and falling faster than normal, the way her pupils have gone wide and dark. "Yes." The word barely makes it past my lips. "Yes, I want to find out." She closes the distance between us and kisses me.

She asked, moving close. “I don’t know.” I lied. But I know why I wanted to know her. I know why I have this uncontrollable need to know her. I know why I need her. I have been obsessed with her for years now. Now that I finally found her in my vicinity, that obsession only started to grow. There was a time when I thought this would pass the moment I met her. But the opposite happened. “Liar.” She says, this time, playfully as though she knows what I am thinking inside my head but doesn’t really care.

I know what she wants and I know now what I want. I want her and I want Selena as well. I want to have them both, all by myself.

“Maybe he already does and I just didn’t see it.” I turned around and leaned against the counter. “Why does it matter to you?” I said. “Whether it’s serious or not.” “Because if it is, I want to know her.” She said it simply. “I want to know the person who’s in his life. I want to know if she’s good for him.” She tilted her head and looked at me across the kitchen. “That’s not a strange thing to want, is it?” “No,” I said. “It’s not strange at all.”

Not in this world. Her body had always been banging, but it was better now. Impossibly. Was it weird that I wanted to see her stomach? See if she had stretch marks? Physical proof that she’d held my boy inside her? I wanted to know her, wanted to know every inch of the woman I’d initiated into sex, but more than that, I wanted to know her. I’d never stopped wanting to know her. To learn her. To be taught everything there was about her.

“I want to know everything the world doesn't know about him. Not the version everyone in the country worships.” She swallowed hard and shook her head slightly. “I want to know who he is when no one is watching. I want to know why Red Dragon lets you and Mira take control of him during sex.” Her expression changed. Only for a moment, but I noticed. She searched my face for a few seconds, as though trying to figure out why I was suddenly asking questions I had never shown an interest in before. “Why do you want to know?” I took a deep breath. “Because I need to.”

I need to make it my mission to be closer to her. I want her and my key to that is Presley. She's the one that can get me to what I really want. "I'll get to you baby. I know will." I say walking in the direction she went but I don't walk fast enough to catch up to her. I'll give her her space for today =.

I tapped her on the shoulder; she looked at me and took her earphones off. “Are you going to ignore me the whole way there?” I asked her. “Are you going to tell me a little bit about You, I want to know you better than the sex we had in the past, I want to know you beyond what I know about you?” she smiled in a cocky way.

I asked her. "I am here because of that same issue." She said, looking at her fingers. I sighed and faced her. "So, what do you want to know?" I asked. "You know how correct my instincts are at all times but I need to confirm something from you first." "Okay," "How well do you know Scarlett?" She asked. Well... That question just came out of the blue. "I know she is your crush and all_" "Can you not bring that up?" I cut her off.