The Object Of My Affection Novel Novels & Stories

His affection or lack thereof meant nothing to me. Perhaps my indifference stimulated him. He pressed his right hand against his left chest with force, his expression changing from solemn to distressed. The darkness emanating from him seemed even stronger than before. I wanted to tell him that I no longer needed his affection, that his affection would only be a burden to me. But Felix's presence felt so oppressive that I couldn't say a word. I could only fearfully escape to the kitchen and hold onto Colin's waist as he was picking vegetables. I fled in vain from my childhood sweetheart.

I was in love with Lucas and I know I’ve tried to rid myself of that feeling for a couple of days now but each time I think I’m making progress, a memory of our time at the fishing village comes to mind and I feel giddy and excited all over again. It was already established that I wasn’t in love with Gunner and I knew that he wasn’t in love with me too, our arrangement was going to be civil and I had already envisioned our life together but Lucas was going to be a big problem because my feelings for him weren’t going away and I didn’t want to be caught in a scandal that would rock the world if it ever got out. Having an affair with my fiancé’s father was out of the question and I had to find

"Why're you so obsessed with this RC anyway?" "Are you kidding me? He's 'The Reece Brown' the heartthrob, the sweetheart, the sweetest, kindest and the most understanding boss unlike my present rude boss," he narrowed his eyes at her, she averted her gaze and continued, "moreover he is my ideal man, the one I'm here for? the one who can send me back home." "Can he now?" "He's the main character, I'm his heroine, after the completion of the story I get to go back home, in short, he's the ticket to my world." She reasoned it out.

"Your Grace, my wish to marry you is not out of gratitude for the help you gave my mother, nor for the shelter you offered us. I… I like you." At that, I looked at him quickly. His cheeks were now fully flushed, like the evening sky tinged with the red of sunset. I felt heat rise in my own face as well—I was likely no better off than he. "I had meant to give up," he went on. "I didn't want to trouble you any further, nor cause harm to your good name. But the other day, when Lady Carissa said I couldn't tell the difference between gratitude and affection—that I sought marriage out of misplaced debt—I realized she was mistaken."

I closed my eyes and let it guide me, as if every pulse reminded me that she was alive, that she was mine, that nothing - no one - would tear her away from me again. I felt his fingers sliding through my hair, a slow, affectionate cafuné, so simple and so intense at the same time. Michelle had this gift to disarm me, to pull out of me everything that I always hid even from myself. All my life I learned that affection was weakness, that love was a trap... but there, lying on her chest, I realized that I didn’t want anything else. Forever. I squeezed her hips with my hand, going up to her waist, just to make sure she was there, real. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet smell of her skin,

“Because I’ve decided I won’t let anyone else have you.” The air between us was thick now, tense, almost electric. “Is this how you show affection?” I asked, quieter. “By caging people?” “I show affection by not letting you get hurt,” he said. “By burning down anything that tries.” My breath hitched. “I don’t need saving,” I whispered, but even I didn’t sound convinced. It thrilled me in a way, and made me curious in another. What did I have to lose? “No,” he agreed. “You need keeping.”

In this room, in this moment, the only thing that mattered was Novel. I moved my hand to her breast, squeezing firmly through her clothes. “Ahhh!” she moaned. I pulled back just enough to see her face. It was a beautiful mask of pleasure and slight pain, her brow furrowed, her lips parted. I reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Novel. So beautiful that I fall in love with you all over again every time I look at you. Don’t ever leave me.” She opened her eyes, staring directly into mine. “I would never leave you, Alexei.”

The space and distance… perhaps saying those words to her was all we needed to end the untitled affair going on between us. Untitled affair? Hasn’t she always been mine? A broken laugh slipped past my lips, then I looked away and blinked in confusion. Untitled affair? Had I really called it that? Nova was mine. Is. I corrected. She was! She is and she will forever be. The image of her smile flashed across my gaze, and I pictured her lips and how perfect they looked any time she was lost or in awe. I do not know what was speaking now… perhaps the dominant part of me, or the part that couldn’t bring myself to accept that she wasn’t.

After a few hours its too much foe me, so I turn my head and I kiss the side of his neck. He groans when i kiss him, but makes no move to either stop me, or kiss me back. "Sorry, I can't seem to help myself." I say. He smiles and says "That's okay, its the Amore bond trying to work its will. I promised to take this at your pace, and I will, but i also want you to know that i have absolutly no objection to your show of affetion. Do with me what you will... That sounded bad... I just mean, well, it's all up to you love." I can tell by the look on his face he is telling the truth, he really does not mind.

“I know, Adrien.” “And…” He didn’t grimace in pain as if that was the cause of the interruption. Didn’t seem to lose his train of thought either. He just struggled to get the words out. “And I’m happy for you…he’s a good guy.” I’d never needed his blessing, but it was nice to receive it. The final page had finally turned, and the book had closed. It was a novella, more of a footnote compared to the story of my life. Just as winter ended the year, I felt the closure I’d sought for many months. The guilt-free acceptance of the end. I’d loved Adrien with all my heart, but those feelings had faded faster than the setting sun. Now, my heart burned white-hot for someone else, a torch I would carry