She Said Don't Get Too Attached Novels & Stories

He found her taking in the view of the city, seems like she was so focused she didn’t see him come in. “I still don’t understand your attachment to this place,” he whispered. She smiled, “The sooner you understand that my attachment is not to this place but to you, the better,” she smiled fondly.

She pouted. Irritation nudged my skin so I let her go. "But really, I did miss you, and I wanted a little bit of your attention." She exhaled, leaning back against her car. That smile on her face made me unsettled. Very unsettled. "And also I have to thank you for coming out here to talk. I could never have done this without your help. You stick around her so much like glue." Her eyes brightened. "How am I supposed to get her alone?"

Her cheeks coloured, and she shook her head. "We did other things, though," She said, and the twinkle in her eyes said she wasn't lying. I smiled, glad she was having fun. "Do you think he will accept the bond?" I finally asked her, and she shrugged. "I doubt it. He hasn't spoken of it. I think he is just having fun at the moment. Besides, it can't work out," she said, looking around the bathroom, not wanting to keep eye contact. I could tell it bothered her more than she was letting on. As much as I hated to be a killjoy, it was for her own good that she didn't get attached to Sebastien.

Our last night’s conversation was still coasting in my mind. Even if she is one of the most beautiful people I have encountered at this time, I couldn’t allow myself to get attached more to her. Precaution is better than cure. From now on, I will not let my sentiments take my life’s choices. I was satisfied to let her know what I expected from her, but the last condition was the most difficult one, and I hate to comprehend I didn’t notify her of that. What am I supposed to do?

I really have to shut these thoughts down, I can already begin to feel the familiar ache in my groin. "Well even if he is into me, it doesn't matter because I'm with you. And I'm perfectly capable of fending off his advances" The sweet sound of her voice brings me back into the conversation, of course we're still talking about him, my fault. Her words are music to my ears, 'I'm with you', she's with me, even though I've fucked this up a few times already in the short time we've known each other. I never pictured myself having this kind of relationship with someone, because I simply don't get attached to people the way that other people do. Ever since I met her, she's been a constant thought

I said. So fueled in my instinctive reflex, it took me a second after to realize the gravity of my mistake and its implications. Looking back at her, I practically saw the gears kick in her brain. Her gaze hardened. “You're getting attached." She stated factually. I took a breath in. I couldn't dispute whatever she said or divert her attention. Whether or not I admitted it, it was the truth. “My personal life has nothing to do with you. I'll lead you out now." I turned away, ready to ignore her gaze.

I ask her, and she stretches out her arm to take it. I knew she will never refuse money. She was so poor anyway, and she needed that money for herself. “Will this be the last time of me seeing you?” She asks me. “Yes Agatha. Just continue with your life, and I will continue with mine. It was nice knowing you, and I will never forget you.” I say. “I will never forget you too, Brian. I agree, I have been with many men. But I have never been so attached to anyone. You have been the first person I have been attached to. It feels so bad that you are leaving me.” She says.

“ You are going to get it.” Then she turned back to the girl and said, “ I don't want to repeat myself. Come touch him” .

“People leave. Plans change. You learn not to attach yourself to things that can disappear.” She reached for my hand, lacing our fingers together. “I know,” she said gently. “That’s why I said we don’t have to rush.” I looked at her. “But you still think about it.” “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I think about a future where I come home to you. Where decisions aren’t just mine anymore.” My throat tightened. “No one’s ever included me like that before,” I admitted. “Not seriously.” Her thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Get used to it.”

The woman chuckled, even her laughter sounded sweet, Renee thought to herself. "Sean Bramasta, your beloved," The woman shrugged her shoulders in the direction Sean left. "He defends you bravely in front of those annoying women ... whoops," the woman covered her lips with her tapered fingers. “I can't say it, but they are really annoying, right? If it weren't for my husband, I wouldn't want to attend this party and mingle with them.” The woman laughed again.