The Space Between Us Book Novels & Stories

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.

She opened them deliberately and took a small step back, and the inch of space between us felt enormous in the way that space between bonded people always felt enormous, noticed and wrong in a way that ordinary distance never did. I let her have it. She needed it and I knew she needed it and so I stood on my side of the barrier and gave her the inch and waited.

“I’ll walk you up.” We meet at the front of the truck, and he falls into step beside me. The night air is cool, quiet, almost peaceful. For the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe. We stop at the bottom of the porch steps. And suddenly the space between us feels charged, not heavy, not overwhelming, just… full. Like something is about to happen. His hand lifts slightly, like he’s about to brush a strand of hair behind my ear again. I lean in without meaning to. He leans in too. We’re inches apart. And then...The front door swings open. My dad stands there, holding a mug of coffee, eyebrows raised. “Lena? You’re home.” I jump back like I’ve been electrocuted. Evan clears his throat

The rain drums against the windows. "I've been thinking about the space between," Celeste says. "The space between what?" "Between who I was and who I'm becoming. Between harm and healing. Between grief and gratitude." "That's a lot of space." "It's the only space that matters." --- The waves crash. The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, two women hold onto each other. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that the space between is where everything important happens. And they're finally ready to dwell there. End of Chapter 167

The future stretched endlessly before them—not perfect, not easy, but beautiful. Together. Always together. And so, the story that had begun with a lonely girl and a dangerous stranger arrived at its final page. Not with the hollow sting of tragedy, and not with the bitterness of loss, but with the greatest, most profound victory of all: A life well lived. A love that endured. A family that grew. A forever earned. As the night embraced the world, the Dream continued. Forever. THE END ❤️ Midnight Between Us By Josephine

The fifth book is us. Thirty-three years between the two entries. The distance between them was the building. He sat with this. The February fire crackled. The light through the window shifted as a cloud passed — the February sky was never stable, never settled, always moving between brightness and shadow. Don came to the study.

I had barely reached the shelves when Lucas appeared at the end of the aisle. "What are you doing here?" I whispered. "Returning a book." I looked at the empty hands he had raised. "Where's the book?" He glanced down at them. "Excellent question." I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible." "And yet, here you are." He stepped closer, but kept enough distance between us that anyone passing would see nothing unusual.For a moment, neither of us spoke. I wanted to touch him. It was ridiculous how quickly I had grown used to holding his hand. A single weekend had somehow made the distance between us feel longer than it had before.

I am very still. The room is dark and quiet and the street outside the small window is making its low nighttime sounds and there are perhaps eighteen inches of mattress between us and I am aware of every millimeter of it in a way that makes me understand why distance is such a useful thing, why space does so much work without anyone acknowledging that it is working. Here there is no space to do that work. Here there is just the dark and the quiet and two people lying on opposite sides of a bed being very still.

He stared at us for a long, long while, hesitating and deliberating before finally approaching us. However, he didn't speak right away. Instead, all he did was stare at my baby bump. Eventually, an irate Henry chased him off. "You're being awfully possessive of someone else's wife and kid, Mr. Brook!" Tim turned five shades redder and nodded in apology. Moments later, he quietly asked how many months along I already was. Henry rolled his eyes and promptly had his men escort me to the car. The two exchanged some words, but I had no idea what the conversation entailed.

Alex, holding a cup of tea on the porch, watched them with a peace she had once believed impossible. She had finally come home. And this time, so had Chester.... A slowly heating romance between Sande, and Daniel the famous billionaire Playboy was beginning to heat up. Will the romance turn out right between them or…?. Find out in book two of the series'.