Novel & Cerita Like A Handprint On My Heart

Made me forget the chill. I let my hand drift tentatively at first. Until it rested flat against his chest. His heart beat against my palm. Steady and unwavering. I lingered there. Fingers spread wide. Memorizing the rhythm. If I could. I would have etched it into my skin. Carved it into my bones. So I would never forget what this felt like. And still. Beneath all of this . That whispering thought. How had this happened? How had we gotten here? To this place. To this moment?

"Don't worry. You made my heart pound, too." And as if not caring whether my cheeks will explode from overheating—if that exists—, he took one of my hands and placed it on his chest. I took a look at my palm which was placed flatly against his chest, and my eyes widened upon feeling it beating fast. . . like his heart was screaming. My mouth hung open, still staring at my palm and feeling his heart. And I suddenly forgot how to breathe because of too many emotions swirling in my chest. What. . . What the fuck?

I was trying very hard to clip the wings of those crazy butterflies in my belly which left behind a weird feeling. "I am so sorry. I just... you came... I tried. Damn, sorry!" I stuttered, waving my gloved hands around to help me organize my thoughts. He looked at his shirt and pulled it away from his skin with his thumb and forefinger, gripping the cloth to inspect it. Right in the middle of his chest was the black and white print from my hand. I think the feeling that prevailed in me was... terror. "Sorry? For giving me what I wanted?" He asked and looked at me again with his annoyingly charming grin.

Instinctively, I placed my hand on his chest, and shockingly, I could feel his unstable heart that matched mine. “You can have a satisfying taste. Don't be shy, for it might be your last,” he mumbled with a guttural voice.

I hugged Charles. He hugged me too. I could clearly hear Charles's heartbeat. The sound is so powerful, like a drum, beating on my heart. Starting today, the man of my dreams is no longer just an illusion or a memory. He is here with me. Our hearts beat together, as if there were no obstacles or gaps, as if he had given it to me, melted into me, and become a part of me.

I came really close to falling over but then I came to a sharp halt. And as soon as I felt a hand wrapped around mine, it hit me. That touch, that sensation buried in the depths of my heart that I hadn’t felt since six years ago. It hit me like a storm in my face. I was too scared to open my eyes but I felt my body being lifted up in the air.

I didn’t expect it that when he pulled me closer and intertwined our hands my heart betrayed me. “Then…let’s walk hands on hands,” he said seriously and walked while holding my hand. My heart is beating so fast. Damn it! I won’t be a hypocrite because I know how I like his hand holding mine. I missed this. His warmth feels so like home to me.

Amelia Tears burned in my eyes. His cock got even harder pressed up against me while I whimpered against him. I braced myself for another hit, but he just moved his hand slowly over my red, swollen skin. My ass felt like it was on fire, and I knew I would be carrying his handprint there for a while. Thinking about that made me forget the pain for a second. I liked the idea of him leaving his mark on me, of walking around with his handprint somewhere nobody else could see. Nobody would know except the two of us. Our dirty little secret.

Slowly, she raises her hands. Mysteriously, I'm lifted back onto the rope. She offers me a smile. A gentle nudge to come to her. I move. Slowly. My legs shake with every step. But my determination is stronger. When I finally reach her, I fearfully extend my hands towards her heart. This is terrifying. Seeing her this enormous before me. Her eyes are bright. I swallow hard. Then, finally, I touch her heart. The instant my palm connects with her pulsing heart, a sharp ache shoots through my own.

a tear dares to escape my lashes, "they held a universe, a fervor that mirrored my own." He wipes my tear with his thumb. That universe has collapsed, but a new one has been reborn, one that I see in his eyes now, one that I desperately hope I can and will be a part of. With a heartbeat that seems to resonate with memories, my hand finds its way to his chest, pressing gently over the rhythmic thud of his heart.