Talk To Me Tenderly 소설 & 이야기

"Should i get you a glass of water" "No, no, I'm fine. let's just go back to bed". I say. "If you say so, but if you need something just tell me okay, be vocal about it. If it's something i can do, why not? If it's hard, we'll talk about it, find a way around". He opens his arm and i snuggle into them. "Are you sure i can tell you anything".? "Hmm". He nods his head. "I want you to make love to me". I whisper.

"Why haven't you gotten in touch with me by now?" In order for Riffen to get to where he is now, not only did he have to sacrifice a lot of things, but he also had to give up a lot of things. He embraced his friend extremely firmly because he was very terrified of the sense of loss. When he first discovered her uninjured, she most likely did not realize how relieved Riffen was; but, when he looked closer, he saw that she was injured and her clothing were tattered, and Riffen became much more terrified than before. Riffen sought reassurance from her by inquiring as follows:

“I’m o⁠utside. I need to talk to y⁠ou.” I froze. Then on​e mor‍e message came thro‌ugh, sof​ter somehow, al‌most pleadin‌g. “It⁠’s okay if you can​’t, right? Just kno⁠w tha‍t I love you s⁠o much.” ‌

Richard said. I paused for a moment, allowing myself to fully absorb the question. The intensity of his touch has awakened a multitude of emotions within me. I take a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey my feelings. "When you touch me like this," I begin, "I feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and security. It's as if all my worries and fears melt away, leaving only a profound sense of connection and affection."

I can see in his eyes that he is hurt about what I said but he averted his eyes on me and I can see his eyes being tender while looking at me right now. "I won't do that, Vianne. Yes, I'm telling you to talk but if you're not ready to talk to me, I'll wait for when you're ready to talk to me. I will not use other people just to make you talk to me..." his eyes were tender and his voice was so soft while saying those words.

Tania's POV "Are you okay?" His voice was gentle, warm, and full of empathy. It conveyed a sense of comfort and safety and that was the exact way I felt. "Don't worry, I'm right here," he assured me. I couldn't help but notice the soothing quality of his voice. It was low and steady, like a gentle stream flowing over rocks, calming my troubled heart with each word. His voice was a balm to my pain, bringing me a sense of peace that I haven't felt in a long time.

I feel like a douchebag right now. I gently touched Lauren's back with my trembling hand. "Sweetheart, can we talk for a moment, please?" I pleaded in a desperate tone. She didn't reply. I feel her body tensing under my touch. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I apologized for putting you in so much pain. Please believe me. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was never my intention. Talk to me, please." She slowly turned around and looked at me; her eyes swam with tears.

“ I see…. As much as I want to find out the people behind these, you really do not want you stressing yourself. This baby means the world to me” “ It alright, I will be fine, I promise. So, I will go speak to Mrs Lizzy now” She kisses him softly on his lips before walking away.

I replied, kissing my teeth. "Communication, as close friends, we need to communicate. I'm coming over to your place for a long talk." *****

"Match my pace, darling." Her eyelids flutter open, blinking past a sudden, heavy film of tears. She looks at me, her gaze desperate and searching. "Inhale," I command softly, locking my dark eyes onto hers, giving her a single, unwavering point of gravity to hold onto. I let my hand rest on the bar, just a fraction of an inch from her trembling fingers—close enough to offer my warmth, but strictly respecting the boundary. "Hold it. Now let it out. Good girl."