Keep Breathing In Love Novels & Stories

"How could I know you'll close your eyes when you're wearing a mask?" Luveas turned silent. That's right, he thought, but, he wanted to help her. "I cannot take off my mask," he revealed, "but, trust me when I say I'll close my eyes." Amethyst eyed him piercingly. "I still couldn't trust you." "Then, I'll hold my breath!" "..." Amethyst exhaled deeply. She had no idea why the vampire was eager to help her when he should be tearing at her neck. No, she had no idea why he wanted to keep her alive.

" I tried, but it hurt so much; my chest continued heaving heavily. I focused on his warm amber eyes staring into mine, and I tried to match my breathing to his. In through my nose. Hold. Out through my mouth. Again. His thumbs stroked my cheeks, wiping away the tears as they kept falling, and I kept trying to breathe slowly; the crushing feeling in my chest started to ease just barely. "There you go," Jude murmured, and his voice was so tender it made my heart ache. "That's it, sweetheart. Just breathe for me. I've got you, sweetheart." I sniffled while hiccuping sobs, yet Jude held me tighter; his soothing pheromone engulfed me.

The elevator doors slide shut. Quiet returns. But it doesn’t feel empty. His scent still stays behind. I exhale slowly. Once. And only one thought refuses to leave my head. Sia. That infuriating bastard

She looks hurt before speaking “Okay a walk would be good lets go get some fresh air” What part of space does she not understand “Harlow I’m going alone I need space to think!” My impatience is clear now. you would need to be on another planet not to get how I am feeling. Her eyes water and tears flow freely down her cheeks “From me? Why?” It sounds like a whine. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to push down the immediate cruel response that wants to come out. I was sure my love was strong and assertive not whining and weak, a little voice inside whispers your love is, what a strange thought to have.

Air refused to come in. “Savannah… baby, breathe.” Roman’s voice cut through like a hand reaching into water. I felt his palms rubbing my arms, slow and comforting, grounding me. “Breathe for me, my love,” he coaxed gently. “Come on. In and out. Just like that, baby. You're doing great.” I didn’t even realize I’d had trouble breathing until he said those words. My throat was closing. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears like fists on a door.

I fall to my knees too, heavy, graceless, weeks of pregnancy and heartbreak. Our foreheads crash together. “I love you,” I cry against his mouth. “I love you so much it feels like suffocating. That’s why I thought I had to leave. To prove I could still breathe without you.” He makes a broken sound and finally touches me, hands cupping my wet cheeks like I’m something holy. “You breathe because of me,” he whispers, voice destroyed. “And I breathe because of you. We’re not cages for each other, Livia. We’re air.”

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

And I knew that he was experiencing the same thing I was, judging by the shorter, sharper intake of his breath and how his jaw clenched, his Adam apple bouncing up and down as he swallowed hard. “It is nothing.” I shook my head. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with each passing second. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We both need some rest before we hit the road again in the mourn.” “Tell me, what are we doing exactly, Love?” he asked as he lowered his silver gaze to my slightly open mouth. He held his gaze there for the longest time before he dragged his eyes back up to lock with mine once more. “This,” I breathed out.

I claw at my throat when the whip snaps again. Strong arms wrap around me and pull me flush against a large, strong chest. “Hey. It's okay. It's not happening. We're home. We're safe. Breathe, love. Breathe. That's it. Good boy. Take another breath. That's it. Breathe, baby boy.” Walker says softly, coaxing me to breathe, slowly pulling me back to reality. I squeeze my eyes closed, gripping his sides with shaking fingers. My chest slowly rises as I take in one lungful of air after another.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.