No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

We were too close to say anythingSo close that I couldn't see anything else We were so close that my breath caughtThere were so close that today it's just you and me I told you, I can't resist him. I seize his mouth with an urgent kiss. The urgency of someone who has spent three days so close, and yet so far away. [...]

Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Someone was here. Coming closer. I turned

Not anyone. Only me.

His gaze drifted over her face slowly. Like he was struggling with something he couldn’t name. Then, very softly: “Because if I don’t…” He stopped. His jaw tightened. Then he reached out and gently adjusted the collar of her shirt without thinking. The touch was brief. Controlled. But it sent that same strange heat through her chest again. “…I don’t like what happens when others get too close,” he finished. Denise stared at him. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting.”

Perfectly. --- 🌙 Night — Alone Again Adrian returned late. He stopped at her door. Opened it. Ammie was sitting by the window. Silent. He walked in. “You’ve been quiet all day,” he said. Ammie didn’t turn. “I’m following instructions.” That made him pause slightly. “…Good,” he replied. Silence again. But this time— It wasn’t peaceful. It was distance. Controlled. Intentional. Adrian spoke again.

No one thought it absurd for a rat to be at the table, nor did they see anything wrong with me being exiled to that distant corner. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and wordlessly dragged my chair back to the cold, shadowy edge. At the table, the discussion ranged from the company Fabio had just acquired, Luca's plan to win gold at next month's competition abroad, and Francesca's upcoming fan meet-and-greet, to some secrets of the underworld. No one spared me a glance. In front of me was a plate of cold, hard spaghetti. The nearest dish was well beyond my reach. I turned my head and looked pleadingly at the household staff standing by in attendance, signaling her with my eyes to help

(Damon POV) Damon had learned a long time ago that urgency scared people like Adrian. She didn’t respond to pressure. She responded to certainty — the quiet kind. The kind that didn’t ask for attention or demand reassurance. The kind that stayed exactly where it was placed and let her come to it. That was how you stayed close to someone like her. Not by chasing. By being familiar. He parked two blocks from her building and cut the engine, hands resting loosely on the steering wheel. The city moved around him, indifferent, alive. He could go up. He could text. He could do nothing.

Too close. He’s standing right in front of me, so close that I can feel the heat radiating off him. His presence is overpowering. The musky scent of leather and fuel cling to him like an aura. My heart is pounding heavily in my chest. It’s all I can do to keep my breathing under control. He doesn’t speak. He simply stares at me, causing my skin to prickle under his mysterious gaze. “You’re new,” he finally says, shattering the silence. His voice feels somehow stronger now, despite being quieter.