Intimacies A Novel Novels & Stories

I went out of m y room, and the first thing I did is t o glance towards his room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him looking smoking hot in a black tux with his hair perfectly jelled . He was already looking at m e, as his eyes ran up and down o n my body. A shiver ran down m y spine when he intense gaze kept lingering on m e. Okay...so don't tell m e that we were checking out each other!! I turned around and locked m y room door securely and put the key i n my clutch. But doing all this thing, I can still feel his burning gaze on m y back, which is completely nacked till m y lower back, just above m y hips.

Lately, Scarlett's frequency of renting luxury goods had noticeably dropped. There were piles of branded boxes stacked around her seat, and even the latest model of phones and computers adorned her desk. One day, Scarlett was playing music through the Bluetooth speaker in the dormitory. She took her phone into the bathroom as she showered, seemingly chatting with someone. Suddenly, from the speaker, SIRI's mechanical voice began to read out messages: "A Mercedes AMG from Downtown asks, 'When can I see you, darling? I really want to see you, baby.'"

Shortly after, I was back in the car with Richard, alone with my thoughts again. It was not long until I remembered how messy my life still is. The moment I had with Ashley made me feel like I had a normal life for a second. I had such an intense desire for intimacy that I didn't mind if Eric cheated, as long as I convinced myself that he loved me. I got back to an empty house. Aunt Claudia stepped out most likely. I laid down in bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling. The feeling that came with knowing I was single again didn't feel quite right.

His voice dropped to something almost gentle, almost whisper soft. “Intimacy,” he said near my ear, “is when a man and a woman share a moment together… a close moment. Like when I held you earlier and you screamed at me not to touch you.” His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “But intimacy… real intimacy… involves unclothing.” I froze. My breath hitched and mouth opened And the world around me tilted.

He looked directly at me with the unflagging single focus he used when he signed a new treaty, and when the firm pressure of his fingers closed on the flesh of my hips, he completely unraveled me, not just my body, but my whole being, in a way that no act of physical intimacy has ever done before. By the time the glass outside the window grew the pale grey-white color of a wet slate stone, we lay tangled beyond disentangling under the thick down of the bed coverings. My face was flat against the center of his chest where I could hear the muffled, soft thump of his heart.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Then back at him. For a brief moment, common sense screamed at me to run. Instead, I grabbed my purse. "Let's get this over with." The drive across the city felt surreal. Luxury leather seats, tinted windows, and complete silence. I kept waiting for Liam to explain something, anything. He didn't. Finally, I broke. "Do you enjoy being mysterious?" His lips twitched. "I've been accused of that before." "Good." "Why?" "Because now I know it's intentional."