She Said Don't Get Too Attached Novels & Stories

I said, pulling her closer, “you would have drawn attention, a lot of questions and suspicions.” “I don’t care about that.” she said. “But, I do.” my voice came out firmer than I intended. “Because here, caring too much or getting attached to someone….. is dangerous.” I said, searching her eyes. “Yet you still called me and said all those things.” I pulled her more closer until there was barely no space between us. “And you loved listening to me.” Her cheeks flushed immediately. “Maybe, I can finally change things when I become king.” “Then I can finally chase you, breathe down on your neck for the rest of our lives.”

she let out a dramatic gasp “What did you say? I didn’t catch that?” She asked “You won’t be hearing it again” I leaned into the chair “It sounded really good” she laughed “Why did you attend anyway? I know you don’t care about it” she turned serious “Because I had you with me” I admitted not denying it

I asked with a cold look on my face. "You're not playing your part,"she said icily, and I arched my eyebrows. "What part?" "You're getting too close and attached to him, Natalie" She sneered.

She said the last sentence in a whisper but I caught it. I felt my heart skip a beat at that... The one for her? What does that mean? To be honest, I never believed in soul mates or something of that sort... But now... I think I am starting to believe in that... Not sure if it's too early for me to feel this way... But well... I just can't help it... The attachment I feel is unexplainable and definitely can't be overlooked. She released herself from my embrace before repositioning herself to sit beside me... " Thank you... "

she asked. “I’m going to take it one step at a time,” I said. “That sounds like something you say when you don’t want to commit to anything,” she replied. “Maybe,” I said. She gave me a look, but didn’t push further. We reached the dorm building, and I slowed down slightly. “I’ll see you later,” she said. “Yeah,” I replied. She hesitated for a second, then added, “Just don’t overthink it too much.” “I’ll try,” I said.

" Austin stopped in front of the pile of trash. There was no anger in his eyes, only a quiet sadness. "Ms. Newton, aren't you tired of this yet? There is no Lydia. There was never a hundred million. And there was never any Hermès." "Shut up, you liar!" I waved the shard of glass wildly. "We were complaining about our boss going bald just yesterday! We even went to get our nails done together! "Look! This color was her choice: cherry red!" I raised the hand caked with dirt and smeared with blood. Black grime was packed into the gaps under my nails.

She joined him at the railing. "I've been thinking too." "And?" She looked out across the water. "I accepted this job because I wanted to become a better lawyer." She laughed softly. "I didn't expect attempted murder, corruption, or secret evidence drives." Damien's expression softened. "I'm sorry." She turned to face him. "For what?" "For bringing you into this." "You didn't." She held his gaze. "I chose to stay." Their eyes locked. The silence between them no longer felt awkward. It felt... different.

I say. The words feel strange. Unfamiliar. But necessary. She doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she just looks at me. Like she’s trying to understand something. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she finally says. “Done what?” “Get involved.” I step closer again. Slowly. Carefully. “I already told you,” I remind her. “Too late.” Her lips part slightly, like she wants to argue. But no words come out. Because she knows it’s true.

“But I’m not going anywhere.” I closed my eyes. “This thing we’re doing… it’s going to get darker.” He turned to me fully. “Then I’ll light the match with you.” Damn right you would— I had promised myself not to ever get attached to anyone, but shane is making it hard not to.

She says looking at me closely. “I don’t know, I just feel like I’m creating unnecessary attachments for myself. I feel like I’m starting to like him even more.” I say being honest. I need her to tell me to snap out of this shit. “Hey, you need to learn to go with the flow. Don’t move too fast but don’t slow it down at the same time just let it unfold the way it wants to.” She says giving me great advice but she’s not saying the words my heart need to hear. I need her to tell me the truth and break my heart. She needs to burn all these fantasies floating around in my head.