The Space Between Us A Novel Novels & Stories

“Remember the first two months? Y’all were like Tom and Jerry. I genuinely thought the hatred would never die.” I nodded, stomach twisting. “So when did you two decide to accept your differences?” she asked, genuinely curious. “Accommodate each other, I mean.” “Um… I really… I mean…” I shrugged, throat dry. My fingers tightened around the cup. Did she notice something? The air felt thick. Or maybe it was just the heat from the pots. The front door creaked open. Kai walked in. His hair was parted to the left, a few lazy strands shadowing his forehead. His sharp brows and dominant presence filled the room instantly. He looked like he owned every inch of space he stepped into.

The study was steeped in shadows. Only the fire gave light, its flames licking at the stone hearth, casting amber glow across the room. The rest of the world had fallen away — the war, the pack, the weight of everything we carried. There was only this room, this fire, and the space between us. A space that felt both infinite and impossibly small. A space that held everything we were and everything we were becoming. A space that was waiting to be filled with something neither of us had words for yet, something that had been building between us since the moment we met.

God is gone. Sealed away into a different part of the universe. But Asherah has escaped. And she is free. She knows exactly what she wants to do. We're up in the air, our wings tangled as we spin in slow circles. Loss has me against his bare chest, his warmth intermingling with my own. Music doesn't play, yet we continue to sway, and Loss kisses my temple, running a hand through my hair. I smile softly, leaning up to kiss his lips, and his arms around my waist tighten.

|3 years ago| It was a quiet Sunday night. I was busy reading when the door of my room suddenly burst open. Hunter strode inside and plopped down beside me on the bed. "What's up?" He drawled out. "Reading." My respond was short. I returned my attention back to the book I was reading. It was one of my favorites, "Gone with the Wind." "That's nice." He responded casually. Suddenly the book was yanked from my hands.

Just a touch from her almost sent a groan hissing out of my mouth. My heart pounded hard like it was about to break free as she ripped her mouth away, blinked, and strutted towards the bookshelf seductively. My eyes were on the soft curves of her ass. Damn, they looked so perfect in that Jean. She removed a book from the shelf, idly flipping through the pages. “Do you know that doctors believe it is possible to have sex in space?” My lips curled in amusement. “Tell me more,” She smiled, still not lifting her gaze from the book. “But I think it is ridiculous. Humans are weird. Why do we always feel the need to look deeper into time, space, and gravity,”

She stepped inside and walked towards the sofa, which was kept on the other side of the room. Egon watched her as she sat down on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. Her tired eyes stared out of the window towards the thunder, but the sound was not reaching her. Her eyes followed him as he got up, shifting the sofa visibly. She placed her head back on the sofa as he poured a drink. The Silence between them was pricking the air. The unspoken words were floating between in the room. The tension was thick. Both were trapped by each other.

But in the space between us, something new was being constructed. We eventually moved to the small bedroom overlooking the lake. The moonlight turned the water into a sheet of hammered silver. There, in the quiet dark, we didn’t talk about blueprints or the Board. We spoke with our bodies, a silent dialogue of skin and heat that was its own kind of resonance.

He could stand up and leave like he usually would whenever people tried to invade his space. Instead, he lowered his gaze back to his book and turned the page calmly, offering silent permission without saying a word. He wondered briefly if she would understand what he meant or if she would misunderstand him the same way everyone else usually did and walk away thinking he had ignored her. But he wasn’t surprised when she sat down and quietly opened her book. He had somehow known she would understand. He couldn’t explain how. Perhaps spending so much time around each other in silence had created a strange understanding between them that didn’t need words anymore.

“You think space is a good thing.” “I think the bond might be strong enough now to allow some physical distance between us, without either of us weakening, like it did before.” He said matter of factly. “But no. I don’t want space, but maybe it will give you time to think about things. But I think…” he moved toward her, closing the distance until his chest was almost brushing hers, “...that you’re afraid of what we are when we’re too close. And maybe a little distance will show you that it’s already too late.”

He heard me shift under the covers. The space between us was small, but the wall between us was bigger. And it was only day one.