Keep In You Close Novels & Stories

Coco smiled sweetly as she replied, "No, Mr. Davis is resting at my place. I'm just here to get his clothes." I did not let her step in. Instead, I gestured for the housekeeper to pack Max's clothes while keeping Coco outside. From tailored suits to loungewear, from spring to winter pieces—everything went into the suitcase until it was too heavy for her to carry. Even so, she was not giving up. Struggling under the weight, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and marched back toward me with a gleaming smile. "Suri, you've known Mr. Davis for so long. He always bites me when he gets intimate with me. Look at this—why does he do that?"

I go to my locker. 6 2 21 I opened the door. "Huh?" I furrow my eyebrows. Another yellow piece of paper found it's way in my locker. This must be a joke. How can someone bust into my locker for a second time? I grabbed it and threw it straight in the bin, my hands slightly shaking in fear, but the ink stood out this time. It was red. I decided to take a look. It read, stay.

"No, get in . " © #KCMmuoe

One choice to keep showing up at a time. Together. Always together.

“Stay safe then. You have a mate here who will be waiting for you” “I will. I love you all. Please don’t tell anyone else” “Don’t worry about that. The secret shall remain safe with us” “Thank you” “Shut up” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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Keep that important thing in mind! See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

╭───────────────╮ Unknown: I’ll see you at closing. Don’t make me come find you. ╰───────────────╯

“I think kee⁠pi​ng you close is the only w‍a⁠y I can ensure nothin‌g‌ happens to​ yo​u.” The w​or‍⁠ds stru⁠ck her​ h⁠arder‍ than she​ expe⁠cted,​ t​w⁠ist⁠ing somethi‌ng in⁠s‌ide her.⁠ Close.​ Th⁠e word w⁠a⁠s‌ l​oaded​⁠, intimate, dange‌r‌ou‌s. For a hear‌tbeat, s​he​ al​most believ​ed⁠ him‌ almost let herse​lf so​ften.

He steps close instead, resting his hand briefly at the back of Arlo’s neck, thumb brushing lightly against his skin. “Try not to think tonight,” Kevin says quietly. “Just… exist for a few hours.” Arlo stills. That kind of touch— Easy. Casual. It should feel natural. It does. And it doesn’t. “Okay,” Arlo says. Kevin smiles. Satisfied. “Good.” The party is already loud when they arrive. Music heavy. Lights low. Bodies moving too close together. Everything Arlo doesn’t like. Kevin, on the other hand—