Lying Next To Me Novels & Stories

He seems like a really good guy. “Yes, I am staying here, my room is just adjacent to yours. I will be staying here for a month as I have business here.” He tells me and points to a room not far away from mine. Great, I don’t like sleeping alone because I get scared but its good knowing someone is right next door to me. He looks at me for a second and I realize I haven’t introduced myself, “I am Mary-’

"You can sit with us ...isn't it alright Zander ?" My eyes windend . Please say no Please say no Please say n- "Ya sure " GOD DAMMIT Why ....? Why me ...? Why is his presence affecting me so much ? Maybe i should consult a doctor and ask him to remove my this state ... Can they do that ? I noticed Aiden pulling up the chair besides Peach and sitting down . Peach went stiffed ... A guy with black hair sat down at my right . I unconsciously bit my lower lip as Zander sat right next to me on my left .

before closing my eyes. Exams, chaos, everything else can wait. Right now, it’s just him, warm and breathing beside me, and the feeling of home.

He was lying on the edge while I crawled up and lay beside him. I quickly closed my eyes. This situation was awkward but not bad. Surprisingly, I was so used to Seth's presence that his absence caused me panic. I feel very calm when Seth is near me, like now.

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 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.

The specific adjustment of someone who has decided to stay and is making himself comfortable about it. The warmth of him beside me. The quiet of the room. The board session tomorrow and the forty days before it and the wall that was gone and the man sitting beside me who had come down three floors at one AM without his phone for anything except this. I fell asleep in twenty minutes. He was still there when I did. I know because the last thing I was aware of before I went under was his breathing beside me. Even. Steady. The most familiar sound in the room.

“Then do it. Be a nice little girl and give daddy your panties,” There’s this hard edge to his voice that makes my hands move. I pull away from the table, looking around us. The table beside us, just three feet apart, is occupied by a couple. The one behind me sits two girls, from the way they’re getting handsy, I presume they’re a couple too, or maybe they’re hooking up for the first time. And the floor-to-ceiling window on my right is not a one-way kinda glass. Those on the road can practically see us.

In that moment—between pain and pleasure, love and lunacy—I shattered. It’s been a while since that happened. After that, I feel like every time I see Sebastian, he’s always around—even in the smallest details. I’m glad I can walk outside, shop, and enjoy myself now—it’s actually getting better. But still, he keeps appearing. When I go to the mall, he’s there… even when I’m picking out lingerie, which makes me blush, because I don’t usually wear anything that sexy.

And speaking of intense and complicated. I feel when he sits next to me. He's not close enough to touch me, but I can smell the cool shower and the cologne. His shoe is touching my heel, and if it was anyone else, I'd swear it was a light touch. Yet with him, I know that even the position of his feet is calculated. I don't open my eyes, however, I can imagine him next to me. I don't breathe my own air. I breathe it. I feel it on my skin, because his eyes on me are enough to touch me.