Mutual Feelings Novels & Stories

he murmured, his voice a gentle melody that soothed her restless heart. As they stood there with their hands entwined, a quiet understanding blossomed between them. Their connection felt deeper, more real, as they embraced the vulnerability of baring their souls to each other. It was a simple gesture, a touch, and a few words exchanged, but in their shared humanity, they found a profound sense of belonging and love.

He looks up to match her stare, and raises his eyebrow to ask what it is. To only have Soph chuckle, smile at him and move her head in a no. Telling him it's nothing. Looking back at the camera man ,she begins. Her voice soft and sincere. "Love is that wonderful feeling you have in your chest when you see them smile at you. It's the fluttering of your heart, trembling of your soul and euphoria of your mind." "It's a mutual thing, it's selfless yet expects nothing but love in return." "Is it that simple Mrs Soph? "

We were bound together, not just by love, but by a shared struggle, by pain and relief, by an experience that had forever altered the course of our collective destiny. Their eyes locked onto mine, holding my gaze as if they were physically embracing my soul. I felt my own eyes moisten at the sheer intensity of this non-verbal communion. No words were necessary to convey the depths of our shared emotions; our eyes and hearts did all the talking. We were a tapestry of interwoven destinies, and every thread, no matter how frayed or strained, only added to the richness of our shared story.

No pressure to make this into something it's not. "So we're..." I search for the right word. "Allies with benefits?" he suggests. "That sounds terrible." "Partners in revenge who occasionally sleep together?" "Worse." His mouth curves. "What would you call it?" I think about it. About what last night was comfort and heat and two broken people finding solace in each other. About what it wasn't romance or love or anything Julian would need to worry about. "Mutually beneficial stress relief," I say finally. He laughs a real laugh that transforms his face. "I've heard worse euphemisms."

She loved it, and I could feel it through our bond. Her excitement was contagious, feeding into mine. I almost gasped when I realized what was happening. My excitement was feeding hers. It had been one-sided for so long, just hers feeding mine since she was the only one marked, that I didn't realize it would be like this now. I loved it. The connection we shared felt alive, a pulse that beat in sync with our hearts. I could sense her exhilaration, and it made me push the boat harder, reveling in how we moved together. How even our emotions seemed to flow together.

“Is it something you can feel when it happens? Does it go both ways?” He throws an annoyed glance at the other two as he replies, “You both feel it. It’s like when two magnets pull toward each other. It’s pretty powerful.” “Kind of like when you’re in love?” Not that I know what that feels like to begin with. “Yes, times a million. I can’t explain it to give it enough justice, but you’ll know if you’ve been imprinted. Trust me.” I bite my bottom lip, considering whether to tell them what I overheard from Elijah and Valerie’s conversation. Sure, Elijah is swoon-worthy, but I don’t feel the wild attraction they’re talking about. “Does it take time?” I poke further.

Not full trust. But real. Earned. That night, for the first time since they met— Neither of them felt like strangers anymore. Not quite friends. Not quite allies. But something stronger than coincidence. Something built— Through choice.

The rules were now ghostly outlines, faint pencil marks on a page that had been scribbled over in bold, indelible ink. The "no feelings" clause felt like a joke told in poor taste. They weren't dating. They were something else, a volatile compound of friendship, lust, and a simmering, unacknowledged possessiveness that was beginning to leak at the seams. It bled into everything.

Doesn’t back down because I wouldn’t respect her if she did. “This isn’t over,” she says. “No,” I agree. “It’s not.” A pause. “But at least now.." I stand. Smooth. Controlled. “we’re not in the dark.” I turn. Start walking away. And I can feel it. Their eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. Just like I measured them. This isn’t friendship. This isn’t alliance. This is something else. Something sharper. Something more dangerous. Mutual awareness. Mutual respect.

Feelings his eyes moving over my eyes to my nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of my neck, the slope of my shoulders, my chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out of my dress. I was blushing again. I shyly looked up, and we locked eyes across the table, everything around us faded away, we were in our own universe, lost in the depth of each other's eyes. I can feel his desire, but it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled.