Southside Stories Novels & Stories

They collapsed side by side, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat. In the quiet after, tenderness surprised them. Tatum pulled Sloane close and gently massaged her bad knee. Her fingers worked the sore muscles with care. “Does it hurt like this often?” Tatum asked softly. Her voice lacked its usual edge. Sloane felt a lump in her throat. Emotions welled up. No one ever touched her injury with kindness.

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.