Keep Breathing In Love Novels & Stories

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The silence between our breaths feels like something sacred — a vow we never spoke but always kept. And in that moment, I know he’s longed for me with every breath, just as I have for him. Because the way he holds me now, it feels like he’s trying to make up for every day we spent apart. Satisfied, I lay on him—his breath catching against my hair, his heartbeat heavy in my ear. Together, our hearts and breaths make a rhythm—good music to my soul. He struggles to steady his breathing as he teases, “You couldn’t say no, could you?”

My hands landed on the arms holding me as I still struggled to breathe or to stop crying. “ Breathe, Darling. ” He whispered in my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe gently. “ I ca—can’t. ” I sobbed, closing my eyes. “ Take a deep breath. ” He ran his nose down the shell of my ear, making me lose focus on the rhythm of my breath. “ Open your mouth. ” I did as he demanded. “ Now suck in. ” He breathed, kissing the spot behind my ear. I sucked in a sharp breath as my tight lungs loosened to let the air pass.

It seemed as if someone was choking him and he was having some difficulty breathing. “Hi, umm granny. Pleasure meeting you.” Kevin greeted politely. Strange, the word granny sounded more like a question than a straight address. Something’s definitely fishy around here. “Okay, let’s celebrate now, shall we?” Aunt Mary cheered. We cut the cake and enjoyed the night. Uncle George put on this beautiful country song named Livin’ on love by Alan Jackson and we all started danced on our own pace. I so wished time stopped here and I could hold the moment so close to my heart. We took turns dancing with each other in a circle and yes, I landed on his arms. He placed his hands on my back as I placed m

"Breathe." He soothes slowly. ‘Breathe’? As if I have ever stopped breathing. I have been breathing since I was born, since I fell in love, since I first got slapped by his mother, since I walked down the aisle anyway, and since I signed those papers. I have been breathing so... “That’s it, in…and out.” He repeats rhythmically, over and over, until the tears flooding my eyes slow, and my lungs take in the air following his pattern.

I feel like I want to slam something into her face that always has an innocent expression, like she really really loves her aunt, and not do something like this to her. My lungs squeezed, tightened and tightened with a band that wouldn't let go. Tears burned the back of my eyes. Two rough hands clasped my face. "Breathing." His fingers wiped my tears. I closed my eyes, focusing on the breathing technique I always do. Holding his arm like he's the only support in my life. He presses my head against his hard broad chest, and then pulls me into his lap, hugging me, and my head slides into the crook of his neck. Looking for breath there, while inhaling his soothing aroma.

I can feel his erratic heartbeat. "Now hear me say. I can't imagine life. Without your love. Even forever. Don't seem like long enough. 'Cause everytime I breathe. I take you in. And my heart beats again. Baby I can't help it. You keep me drowning in your love.Everytime I try to rise above. I'm swept away by love. Baby I can't help it. You keep me drowning in your love" he continued singing and I felt a kiss on my head.

Gatlin did not believe Adair but still let him kiss. Adair really gently kissed Gatlin for more than three minutes not using much force just enough for his current pleasure. Adair left Gatlin’s lips, Gatlin looks at Adair, his chest is being up and down heavily because of his little heavy breathing, Adair’s lips stain with his saliva, shining on his good-looking lips making it undeniable sexy. Gatlin lightly touches Adair’s lips with his thumb cleaning the saliva gently and looks at Adair’s burning eyes with emotions, which is obviously full of love and desire for him, more than he had seen in other’s eyes for himself. “Adair, go back or someone will notice”.

Without the pacemaker, I could only suck in huge lungfuls of breath to ease the discomfort in my heart. Sarah saw me trembling in pain. While crying, she ran out and said that she was going to get some medicine for me, even if it meant that she had to beg for it. Soon, Jody walked in. Her face was a little pale, but she was in good spirits. There was even a smugness in her eyes. She came up to my bed and suddenly puffed her chest out when she was near me. “Hey, Elena, hear that? Listen to how strong this heart beats.”

Right now, his arms feel like the only place where I can still breathe. I nod against his chest and listen to the steady thud of his heart. The sound is slow and strong, almost enough to quiet the panic still fluttering inside me. His lips brush over my hair, then my forehead, soft and lingering, as if he is trying to soothe every trace of fear out of me. “Baby, I love you.” His voice is so quiet that it almost breaks me. “Love you too,” I whisper, pressing a small kiss to his chest.