If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

I said and broke the hug then pull him closer to me and take a selfie of our. Soon we reached on the ground. "Next what?" I asked with excitement. "Now for the next fifty minutes...." Before he finished I interrupt him. "Well, Mr. Gray if you remember you already waste your one hour and some mintues in driving the way here don't we?" I said folding my hands in front of my chest. "Well Miss. Wotson, driving the way here and go back is not applicable here. So please, only fourty five minutes are left." He said. I just smiled and shake my head in disbelief.

The numbers swam into one another until it became a red heart. I shook my head and tried again, willing myself to forget that Damon was there and he was still watching but the more I tried to not think of him the more his wink replayed in my head. I sighed loudly, I was doomed! “You have five minutes left” Mr. Tim said and that was all I needed to get back on track. I scribbled the answers for as fast as I could, being sure to make no mistakes on my solving. In less than the time Mr. Tim gave I was already done, my fingers shivering slightly from the sprint.

Straight to that loading dock Leo almost reached. We'd make it. For Leo. For our baby. For everyone we'd lost. We'd escape this hell. Or we'd die trying. But we wouldn't stay here. Not one more day than necessary. The lights flickered again. Forty-three minutes. I started counting. Waiting for the next one. Waiting for the pattern to break. Waiting for the moment everything went dark. And our chance came.

They can't do anything in FIVE MINUTES. I was vaguely aware that he yelled the "five minutes" for our benefits. I shifted at the same time as Jane did. Her soft, delectable body was pressed against mine. We were stark naked with our skin already doing the deed. It was bliss, but not near enough. 'Just this once, just this,' I crooned incoherently, kissing all over her like a deranged pervert. She let me kiss down her neck to her shoulder blade. 'Five minutes, Jake. Not like this. Not enough time.' But her body said differently.

It looked like a small sun surrendering to dark rot. Five hours is forever if you’re right. It’s a blink if you’re wrong. Either way, it started five minutes ago.

I turned around slowly to the door with my heavy feet. There was no second chance for me “Wait” he suddenly said keeping me in a standstill “You have five minutes to say whatever you have to say” he added and that sounded like the best news I had ever heard in my whole life.

~Dough’s Point of View~ Less than five fucking minutes. That’s how long I lasted. Shit, how humiliating!! We came together, at least there was that. Fuck I’d have died if I didn’t get her off. I absolutely will not be some minute man, not Dough fucking Davenport, no way. I gotta get better.

Abby replied, confused. The brown-haired man glanced at his right wrist, where a watch was already set on it. “We have fifty minutes, before we go to the airport. If you really want to double check, then you can do it now. Do not let any of your belongings be left behind because later you will be in trouble yourself."

she didn't spend fifteen minutes but fourteen minutes, fifty-two seconds. "Shit! I missed it. I have to get into that room again" She said looking determined.

Minutes bled into hours. We waited. For breath. For flicker. For miracle. And we didn’t let go. Not once. Not ever.