The Object Of Affection Novels & Stories

"Thank you for initiating entry into mine and increasing its complexity exponentially. With that, Xender gave one last, prolonged kiss. Everything started with such a huge break from the norm. I couldn't believe this was the same man whose existence I once labeled as being unbearable. This man had completely captured my emotional core with no intention of returning it to my control. Affection is the most illogical construct. I, however, thrive on its unpredictable variables. I am extremely confident in my affection for Xender and its capability to be maintained for an indefinitely long time.

The feeling cannot be described or simply explained by words. "Well, you can like a person as friends but you can also like a person as lovers as well. It's called showing affection which is bigger than the one accorded to people whom we consider as our friends." Hera crunched her face in confusion. "I don't understand anything Mariam. I'm already confused as it is. Isn't the both one of the same thing?" Mariam laughed heartily. How is it possible that a woman like her still exists? It baffled her all the damn time. Though she was an adult but she has the mind of a child. It's very cute but also at the same time, very frightening for someone her age.

she asked, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest. She shifted on her chair, she gripped the handle of her cup but never drank it. She was feeling so many things inside of her. She could smell every bit of him. His maleness, she loved the way he was speaking to her. He loved the way his palm felt on her skin. She wanted him. It was written all over her face. The love she wanted, she knew that it was only him that could give it to her the way she wanted it. “I know what you want the most, bambino.” He said, reading her eyes. “Affetta. (Affection.) You want someone to love you as much as you want.” He added.

she averted her eyes. “Why do you want to do it? I want you because I love you, but I'm afraid you have other reasons. I think you have sexualized affection; sex is not the only important thing in a couple and it doesn't define the love we have for each other. Not that it doesn't have its importance, however, it is not the intimacy itself, rather, it is part of it. Sam, just because I touch you or give you pleasure doesn't mean I love you, and vice versa.”

I explained and she nodded before asking her next question. “Does that mean we are supposed to kiss everyone?” I chuckled at her question before answering her. “No, unless you are in Italy and then that would be on the cheeks” She blushed and looked at me scanning my face. “What is affection?” I blinked and had to remind myself that she hadn’t been shown love. “Affection is love” I gave her a small definition of the word. She looked confused. “What is love and why did you feel affection for me?” She asked after a few moments of silence. I blinked once again and felt dumbfounded. I wondered how to explain love since I didn’t know how to explain romantic love to anyone. I decided to try my bes

“That sounds weird to say. But I can only mention myself.” “It is a shame for you to say that I don’t love you in your own house and besides, I don't understand that statement. Doesn't love deals with two souls coming together to express their feelings to each other?" "Not in a real sense but that it is what it means." "So, why are you telling me now that I don’t love you?" "I didn’t mean it that way. What I mean is that, what you feel for me is basically affection. You don’t act as if you are interested in taking our relationship to the next level."

Viktor remained silent for several seconds before rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "You know," he began, his expression becoming oddly serious, "hate is one of the strongest and clearest emotions a person can feel." "Oh God." "Hear me out," he said. "I don't want to." "Too bad." A grin tugged at his lips. "If you hate someone and then begin liking them later, it means you've crossed an emotional line." "I haven't crossed anything." "You have. Absolutely." I sighed dramatically. "Where is this going?" "It's simple." He paused. "If hatred turns into affection… and affection deepens… It eventually becomes something you can't do without.”

She spoke carefully as though she was trying to remember everything that she had been taught. Deep down she knew that she likes Andre but she also knew that she likes him as a friend. Although lately, the strange feeling at the pit of her stomach whenever he is closer to her makes her thinks otherwise. The feeling cannot be described or simply explained by words. "Well, you can like a person as friends but you can also like a person as lovers as well. It's called showing affection which is bigger than the one accorded to people whom we consider as our friends."

••• A heart, untouched by love and starved of affection, tends to surrender to the smallest act of it, overwhelmed by the warmth it never felt before. •••

There’s something there—something that feels like unconditional affection, like a love that has no limits or conditions, no demands—just pure, unwavering devotion. “Mikhail,” I whisper softly, my voice barely above a murmur, though Rose is still blissfully distracted, clutching my hair and making little satisfied sounds. He steps into the room, his movements slow and careful, as if he doesn’t want to disrupt this fragile moment. His gaze flickers between Rose and me, a faint smile curving on his lips, though his eyes remain filled with that same deep affection that clutches my heart. "You two..." He exhales a soft breath as his eyes flicker between me and Rose, "This is the most beautiful th