She Said Don't Get Too Attached Novels & Stories

Before she could reply, I spoke again. "Your mark is beautiful." I commented. I got nervous after I said it, not knowing if I was suppose to comment on things like that. She blushed. "Thank you. It fits our crazy relationship. Sometimes scrambled." She giggled. "Would you like to take a seat?" I asked. She looked surprised at first but slowly sank down onto the stool that was in front of the bar counter. "May I ask what being marked is like?" I questioned curiously. She smiled and caught her lip between her teeth. Her fingers twitched and her hand came up to her neck to let her fingers glide over the mark. It was still a little red, looked like it had just been done a few days ago.

“I don’t think you even realize it.” Her lips parted slightly, and she looked away, embarrassed. “Don’t say that.” “Why not?” “Because…” She bit her lip, shaking her head. “Because it sounds like you mean it.” I smiled softly. “That’s because I do.” She let out a small breath, her heart clearly racing. “You’re making this harder,” she said in a low voice. “I told myself I wouldn’t get attached to anyone again.” “Too late,” I said quietly. “Because I already am.”

she insisted, "It’s not just about love. I don't want your concern. I don't want your care. I don't want your protection or your special attention. I don't even want your hate. And I won't give any of that to you. We use each other when we need a fix, and that’s it. We ignore each other the rest of the time." I kept shaking my head, a mocking grin plastered on my face. "Do you honestly think I fall in love every time I fuck someone? You really have a high opinion of yourself." She raised an eyebrow, "Maybe not after once. But repeatedly? People get... attached. It's biological."

She is driving me crazy. “Whatever is happening right now is called attachment; it will wear off,” she goes on. “I felt that way too when I first kissed you and stuff. It isn't real, and I suppose it happens to mates when they get … intimate. So do yourself a favour and leave while you still have dignity.” “I fucking know what is happening, you think I don’t?” I glower. "Finally, the true face I know. I was beginning to think you got possessed by another person,” she exhales, giving me a sidelong glance.

She finally looked at me then. And there it was, that wall. That carefully built, carefully guarded distance I had sensed from the beginning. “I don’t want to get attached,” she said. The words landed harder than I expected. “Attached?” I repeated, confusion threading through my chest. “What do you mean?” She exhaled shakily and rubbed her arm, a self-soothing gesture that made something feral stir inside me. “I mean… when someone treats you like you matter, you start believing it. You start expecting it. And when it’s gone...” Her voice faltered, just for a second. “It hurts.”

I say and she looks at me with this serene look on her face. “You and I will never have that, you have attachments a and expectations that will follow you for the rest of your life. You’re fighting the inevitable. Just make peace that you and I will never be.” She says and the words don’t make sense to me. I want what I want and I won’t let her decide I can’t have it.

She doesn't want to be the second choice of someone who was rejected by his first choice. “Don’t pat me, okay?” She said and turned back from him. “Sorry,”

“Knowing more about her would be good. It might help us understand her better, deepen the connection.” Theo sighs softly, shaking his head slightly, his expression tightening with caution. “Because getting to know her more deeply means running the risk of getting attached. And until we’re certain she can truly handle all of us long-term, I’d rather not cross that line. Let’s wait to delve into the deeper stuff until after we know, for sure, she’s compatible.”

She said cupping my face. “Family,” I said nodding. “It’s time for me to leave but stay in touch okay?” She said placing a kiss on my head. I felt bad that she was leaving and I would not see her or have her to talk to. She really is a charm in anyone’s life being so supportive and calm about everything. It's crazy that it has just been a day with her and I don’t want her to leave. My heart wants to be with her more but I am scared to get attached to anyone.

It felt like she was controlling the distance like she had already set a boundary and was waiting for me to understand it. Her eyes stayed on me as she kept talking. “I mean what I said " she replied calmly her tone steady but firm. "You are here to get stronger to survive, to be clear. Not to get emotionally attached.” These words made me feel a bit uncomfortable because they were not wrong. They also did not feel like they came from just being concerned. They felt... Experienced. Like she had seen this happen before. Like she already knew where stories like mine tended to go if I was not careful.