Keep Breathing In Love Novels & Stories

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

When he spoke again, his voice was colder. “Go.” The word shattered what little strength I had left. I slid out of bed, my hands shaking as I dressed. Every movement felt surreal, like I was watching myself from the outside. I grabbed my bag, my sketchbook—the one thing that still felt like me. At the door, I paused. “I love you,” I said, my voice barely holding together. “I always will.” He didn’t turn around. “If we ever cross paths again,” he said quietly, “I won’t let you go.”

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

“I thought I finally won you…” “No, I’m… I do love you. I’m just… really exhausted right now. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” she chokes out, her voice breaking as tears glisten in her eyes. I move closer on the bed, letting her trembling hands find mine, lifting them gently to my lips, holding them like a fragile promise.”Breathe, amore. Just breathe.” I feel the tension in her body, the exhaustion from her hormones, the relentless weight of Vincent’s pursuit. “I know you love me. I know it’s hard. But Vincent is gone. I’m not going anywhere.” I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her close.

I love what he did to me, he made me feel new emotions that I didn't know I am capable of feeling. I voluntarily, encircle both of my hands at the back of his neck, I made an effort on this part since he got a few inches height gap, his a tall man and even though I'm 5'6 cm it is not enough to even reach his lower lip if I want to kiss his lips I need to tip my toe just so my lips could touch his lips! Can he hear what I say in my mind? I mean, he suddenly bent down so the tip of our pointed nose touched. Now, let's talk about how his breath smells, minty with a little bit of the smell of expensive liquor, that I can't name.

His breathing shakes against my collarbone. “Hey,” I murmur, rising onto my toes so my lips brush his ear. “Breathe with me.” His grip tightens. “In,” I whisper. “Nice and slow… good. And out. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He exhales a harsh breath that almost sounds like a laugh—or a sob. I keep stroking his back, gentle, steady. “I’m here,” I say. “I love you, Li. I’m not going anywhere.” With that, he finally lets himself lean his full weight into me.

He stilled instantly, his breath catching, body trembling with restraint as he hovered above me, relishing the moment, while every muscle taut with care. It hurt— raw and strange— but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against mine, his voice a soft thread weaving through the pain. “Breathe,” he whispered, thumb brushing the tear from my cheek before it could fall. I could feel him pushing himself inside me, agonizingly slow, conquering the final barrier. “I’ve got you, baby. Just breathe with me.” So I did. Slowly. Inhaling the scent of him, the warmth of his skin, matching the rhythm of his chest rising and falling against mine.

But it keeps you breathing. And right now, that’s all I need. ---

He was breathing fast. "What made you come back?" He asked with a vicious snarl. "I... I... I came t... " Mer could hardly say anything as the pressure on her throat increased. "You've made the worst decision ever!" He said with a wicked laughter undertone. He multiplied the pressure on her neck. Mer couldn't make out all what he said. Her eyes were watery, she was losing her sense of touch - she was fading, sinking, waning... Withering and there was no Calvary.