Lying Next To Me Novels & Stories

He interrupted the secretary, "Let's not talk about the meeting first. What's going on with the office next to mine?" The secretary immediately replied, "It's more convenient for business partners to be next to each other, so I arranged for Miss Anthony's office to be next to yours." "Hah!" William sneered. He had brazenly refused to cooperate with her yesterday, but he was surprised to see that she had managed to force her way in. Moreover, her office was even arranged to be next to his! Did Paisley have ulterior motives, or was Hayden setting up some kind of trap?

It’s far enough away from the house that I hope we won’t be overheard. A few benches surround a small fountain in the centre. I take a seat on the edge of one. I feel his shadow fall over me as his scent overpowers the smell of the roses until all I can smell is him. He takes a seat next to me, his little finger brushes against mine as those damn sparks travel up my arm once again. I’m far too aware of his presence as we sit side by side.

No additional names. Just us. My stomach tightens slowly, deliberately. This isn’t casual proximity anymore. And whatever comes next…. It won’t be either.

The only place for me was next to Axel. “I will go with you.”

I flickered a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I couldn't be mistaken and I verified it with my very own eyes. My heart raced faster like a horse in a race and couldn't believe he was staying next to my room. "What is he doing here?" I uttered perplexedly. And of all the rooms available on the premises, we were next to each other. Absurd.

“But I do respect it.” Silence stretched. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I added, voice cool. “Neither do I,” he said—but there was a heat behind his words. A challenge. We stood there, breathing in the same air, the thrum of the jet engines a low pulse beneath our feet. I turned away before I did something stupid. “You’ll be sleeping in the room adjacent,” I said. “Ten feet away.” “That’s close enough to hear you scream,” he said. I glanced over my shoulder. “Do you expect me to scream?”

Because right now, the only place I could breathe… was beside him. A long pause. Then he walked toward me. Step by step.

The important thing is that you're next to me and I'm with the things that give me the reason why I "Leion, I like hot chocolate." "Me too, my love."

But as they got closer, I realized that there were only two empty seats together and they were the ones next to me. Oh no, they were going to sit next to me. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't they just sit anywhere else? They were coming closer and closer, and my mind was racing. There was no way I would be able to concentrate with them sitting next to me. It was not even about Romeo — it was about Samantha. I couldn't stand the way she talked or acted. I would not be able to focus with her right beside me.

Just the goal. And yet, when Lena slipped into the seat beside me, her shoulder brushing mine in the tight space, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning the tiniest bit closer.