Nct 127 Touch Novels & Stories

) | But I'd gladly spend a hundred lifetimes Oh, I'd gladly die a hundred deaths If it meant that I could touch you Even just for a moment Coz baby, only you have the power To heal all the pain away I rise over and over just to here you say: "Baby, don't you give up today." | Nathan himself is visibly glassy-eyed and sheds a single tear as he sings the outro. The audience both in the TV studio in Korea and in the CITS canteen burst into deafening applause.

The orthopedic rehabilitation for my hands was brutal. No matter how Susan tried to distract me, the pain still tore through me until I felt like I was being split apart. She pulled out every trick she could think of to soothe me and even resorted to bribing me with candy like I was a kid. At first, I assumed she treated everyone this way. However, when I happened to see her with other patients—all business, professional, and distant—I realized those absurd little gestures of comfort were reserved for me alone.

He wants me. I can see it in his dark eyes. Fuck fuck fuck! The air between us feels charged, electric. Like I can reach out and touch it, feel a shock for the first time. I don’t know what made me, but I reached out and touched his arm. Shivers coursed through my body. “Warm,” I whispered. The first time I’m feeling someone’s warmth. It’s so nice. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, pressing my fingertips into his pulse point. “You’re so warm,”

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

“Yes. Nico’s. See you at seven?” “Sure.”

Selene said. "Because you should know what you're walking into." Vara's voice was perfectly even. "The bond between a Moon-touched and an Alpha, it's not like a normal mating bond. It's older. Deeper. When it completes…" She stopped. "There's no buffer. No distance. What you feel he feels. What he feels you feel." She paused. "Everything." "That doesn't frighten me."

He couldn't resist touching her, he found her skin so soft under his touch and traced lines on her waist. He could see her struggling to resist his touch but her body betrayed her, she found herself leaning back for him. His hand wandered up and down her back as she bit down on her lips so as not to remove any sound. She wanted to remain strong and remain in control. She couldn't let him know that she was affected by his touch but the more he gave his attention to her back alone, the more she yearned for him to touch her front too. She wanted his hands everywhere in her body driving her out of her senses.

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

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She didn’t flinch. Instead, she reached out. Adrian tensed as her fingers brushed over the scarred skin. Her touch was soft. Gentle. Warm. “You’re healing,” she whispered. His throat tightened. “Am I?” She nodded. “Yes. And not just on the outside.” For the first time in a long time, Adrian wanted to believe her. The day passed in a blur. Neither of them spoke about the moment they had shared outside, but the weight of it lingered between them.