Slow Down By Loose Ends Novels & Stories

Her gaze flickered upward to meet mine. There was hesitation there. But also something else. Hope. She nodded. “Please.” I moved behind her, gently gathering her hair into my hands. It was soft beneath my fingers, finer than I had expected, though the knot itself was firm—tightened from her earlier efforts. “This may take a moment,” I said quietly. “That is all right.” I worked slowly. Carefully. Loosening one strand at a time rather than pulling against it. My fingers moved with patience, easing the tension rather than forcing it free. Each small shift loosened another thread, another hold, until the knot began—gradually—to give.

Alex cupped the back of my head and began moving. My breath hitched despite the slow pace but Alex didn’t falter. He slid in and out at an excruciatingly slow and gentle rhythm until my breath stopped catching in my throat. He sped up but I clawed his arms and he slowed again. He lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice low and husky as he spoke.

He gives me a thumbs-up, I get delighted in his acceptance of my plan until his speed slows making me frown. "It doesn't mean you should be slower because I brought up a topic for discussion." I pout my lips. He scans me carefully, then smirks. "I hope you aren't over-anxious, I'm thinking about what you said. You can't think perfectly at the same time you're screwing pretty steadily, one has to slow down for the other. Have you forgotten the old cliche that says you can't carry two things up at the same time?" "Are you trying to mean we wouldn't be able to progress our love life ladder as we progress in our profession, is that what you mean?"

“But change does not have to mean loss.” We circled these truths over and over, and though nothing changed, everything deepened. The goodbye began to take shape in the weeks we spent together. It was not a sharp rupture but a slow unfolding, like fabric being unwound from a spool, thread by thread. We were not tearing apart. We were loosening, carefully, so that neither of us would break.

No pretending could fix that. Yet history kept clawing its way back up. Then came a point when letting go felt necessary. Would the following dose really not take its time? After that, speed increases. Still, progress feels quicker now.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

She stilled under his gaze for a second. His knuckles stabbed her back as his fisted hands were pinning her to his chest. His lips pressed hard. She tried to divert her attention to her running heart. His closeness, hard gaze, and the heat of his body made it impossible. Their lips met in a chaotic collision. His hands unclenched, His hands roamed over her back, pinning her to his chest when she struggled against him in confusion. It took a few seconds for her to understand the situation. She relaxed and gave in. He was wild and angry first. After feeling her soft and warm skin. His lips turned tender. She felt the warmth of his body, his fisted hands caressing her. She tasted her tears over

She closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing, seeking harmony amidst the growing intensity. As the minutes ticked by, the uneasiness gradually began to subside, like a wave retreating back into the vast ocean. Zelda felt a sense of relief wash over her as the mysterious sensation finally receded. The once-firmness in her breasts dissipated, leaving her body at ease.

She blurted out, "You don't mind?" Of course she would throw that question at me. The old me would've flown into a rage and demanded an answer from her. All the ugly scenes in our marriage happened because I lost control of my temper. Even though every single instance was thanks to her. I shook my head. "I don't really care. It's just a ceremony." A long silence later, Lauren said, "We can go to the next city to wind down." I stared at the countdown on my phone. T-minus 10 days. I refused the offer.

Carl continued rambling, “Natalie, don’t be rash. You can hit me or yell at me all you want, but don’t touch the money you’ve invested into the projects. You’ll cause the company to suffer a huge loss. “If you forgive me, I’ll make it up to you in any way you want.” “You want to make it up to me?” Once I was finally willing to speak, Carl’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, “We can be together again. We can even get married. You can have another baby in the future. “I promise you that our baby will return to us. As long as you want to, we can have plenty of babies in the future.” I scoffed. “The baby won’t come back. Besides, why should it come back? To witness how much we hate each other?