Plutonic Vs Platonic Relationship Novels & Stories

“I hope that it’s just that easy. It’s hard to explain, but remember when I was still all over his ass when he doesn’t even notice me? Well now, that completely changed. It’s like, I’m already fine with this kind of relationship—platonic. It’s happier that way; no expectations and no commitment. That’s something I can work with.” “You have a point there,” I concurred. “Platonic relationships do work better sometimes than romantic ones. It feels more liberating, at the same time, reassuring. You have a great concept and I think you’re not doing this because you’re afraid of love, I think that's the kind of love you need.” “Yeah, you’re right about that. That’s the kind of person I want in lif

“Yes, but how about basing that relationship on other things than sex? In other words; keeping it on a strictly platonic level, just to break the cycle and make you get used to being around women without getting sexually involved.” I almost snorted. “You mean a relationship in celibacy? Yeah, right. That would be like dating my own mother.” He sighed exasperatedly. “Okay, maybe not celibacy, but only allowing yourself to have sex once a week, then.” “And the purpose of a relationship like that is...?” “To force your brain to seek other qualities in a woman, than...” “Pussy? Nah, I don’t think so.” He sighed again and sat back on his chair with folded hands.

“Yes, funny how things are getting better, even after all we have been through.” “But what if they weren't mate, will they leave each other?* Godfrey scoffed. I shrugged. “Some relationships are bonded by love, it doesn't matter, they loved each other but…” I paused turning to him. “It will be nice to know that the moon goddess really approves of the relationship…they said those kinds of relationship are special…” Godfrey scoffed loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Pamela and I were really special,” he mocked. “No, that's not it,” I corrected. “I'm talking about falling in love first then the moon goddess approves of it…not mate then falling in love…there is a difference.”

I watch his eyes grow harder and he frowns, shaking his head. “I didn’t lie to him,” he says, “But we can still be friends. All of those things can be true and we can still have that platonic care for each other.” The word platonic cuts deep and I bit back tears. I’m not sure what I expected him to say. Hell, honestly, I didn’t expect him to explain himself at all. But now that he has, I rather wish he hadn’t. “Sure,” I sniffle. “Whatever you want Alpha.”

“Please, Lucian. I’m being serious. The agreement that we originally set between ourselves, is it...Is it over now?” His gaze softened. “Violet...” “I know that when we first made the deal, the terms were to be kept strictly platonic between us.” “Violet...” “But I’m about to be completely honest with you. I don’t think I can do platonic,” I admitted weakly. “I mean, you and I—were not the platonic type. I know things are difficult right now. We both have a lot of problems that we need to deal with. We don’t need to make anything official or public—”

I stood up and held my head up high. “You can love someone platonically, but it won't look the same as a relationship with a romantic subject of love. Platonic love is the love we feel for our friends, peers, and our families. When we are in platonic love, we are connected deeply and have a special understanding of one another. Platonic relationships are often sacred. That’s all I thought about platonic love, Miss. Thank you,” I answered. “Oh, Thank you, Miss Xienne. That’s indeed right,” said Miss Jensen.

“I can’t say that I want that now.” Every muscle in my body tightened at his remark. It was yet another rejection of me. He didn’t even want me in a relationship with no strings attached! Had sex with me been that terrible? He gently pulled me into his arms. My cheek rested against his solid chest. It felt cozy… almost domestic… as I listened to the steady beat of his strong heart while he confused me even more by confessing his love to me. I reveled in his rich, musk scent. It made me slightly heady as I tried to understand how our relationship was to work. He didn’t seem to want to have an intimate relationship, so his love for me must be a platonic type of love.

Or, perhaps, he might be understanding about it because everyone needs a friend in their lives at some point, right? He might ignore us being friends, but would he ignore the fact that Ryan and I now hold hands? I really don’t see anything in that gesture. That gesture is physical proof of how far we’ve both come together in our friendship, it doesn’t have to mean anything more. That’s what happens in a lot of platonic relationships. And it’s only hand holding, not like we were doing something else.

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“Are you joking, Elias? She’s not your girlfriend? How is that possible?” “How is it not possible? Can’t a man and woman share a platonic relationship?” “Men and women can share a platonic relationship, but you two don’t look like it,” Dr. Powers said. “We don’t? What do you mean?” Elias frowned. “Excuse me, how could you not know the look in your eyes whenever you stare at her? And how you’ve stubbornly remained by her side over the past two days? What platonic friend would be that considerate?” Dr. Powers asked.