Time And Him Are Just Right Novels & Stories

“No pressure? No ‘you must hurry’ speech?” He looked at me. “I know you’ll do it,” he said simply. I paused. That wasn’t what I expected at all. I looked away briefly, scratching the back of my neck. “Yeah… well,” I muttered. “I don’t exactly have a choice, do I?” A faint silence settled between us again. Then he spoke. “I won’t take much of your time tonight,” he said. He raised his hand slightly and snapped his fingers. ~~~~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~

We stood there in the warm morning light, still catching our breath. "Check out is at eleven," he said. "I know." "We have two hours." "I know, Eli." He looked at me, eyes dark with heat. "So," he said, voice dropping. "Next time… is now." He picked the phone back up. I laughed. "You literally just said next time." "This is next time." He shrugged, completely serious. "Next time happened immediately." I stared at him, then burst out laughing — proper, free, belly-deep laughter. "You are so fucking precise it’s ridiculous."

I dazedly opened my phone. In a ten-second reel, Corbin was carrying Mabel while doing squats. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a sleeveless tank top, and she wore a miniskirt. With every moment their skin touched, I felt sicker, though I was just watching it through a screen. Without saying a word, I double-tapped the reel and continued eating my lunch. Mabel clicked her tongue and said, “Aren’t you mad?” I looked at her, somewhat confused.

Wow! True to my words I did get busy with some TV shows, but not true to his words... Jason 10pm, became 11pm.. 12pm... 1am.. 2am... I couldn't keep tab of the time anymore, cause I fell asleep. Why does it feel like.... my honeymoon just went down the hill.

When I reached the doorway, my phone lit up. "Baby, you are going to love tomorrow's birthday party. I put so much work into it." Luke Bennett's profile picture kept blinking on my screen. Balloons, flowers, the laughter of his friends around him. Every detail was proof of how seriously he had prepared this party. "Baby, why are you not answering? I can see that you are typing. "You have to tell me when something is bothering you. That is how relationships last."

"You don't need to answer me right away. When you've decided, you can find me anytime. I won't bother you until then." He turned and practically fled the room. Watching his tense retreating figure, I suddenly smiled. I pulled out my phone and dialed that number. "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you mentioned before." The person on the other end seemed to be struggling to control some emotion, his breathing unsteady. "Ms. Emma Shaw, this is the last time I'll address you this way. I'm looking forward to our partnership." Just as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps approached. The hospital room door was pushed open forcefully. The next second, I was pulled into a burning, powerful

After some time, we arrive at our favourite cafe; we sit at the table which was on the right side beside the glass window. We can see outside clearly through the window... We ordered our favourite coffee (CAFFÈ LATTE and CAPPUCCINO). My favourite is CAFFÈ LATTE and as for max, his favourite one is CAPPUCCINO... I feel so peaceful and fresh. No dramas, no annoying voice, nothing, only peace... ꧁__________________________________

15. Stop your game, Alex! Afternoon turned into evening but Amara and Alex could not keep a track of time. Staying in each other's arms was strange but very much strong. They held each with a little awkwardness yet it felt so good and satisfying. Amara would stroke his hair while he snuggled her stomach from above the top. They were so engrossed in each other that even the wrong thing seemed very much right. It was at 7.45 pm when her alarm rang hence breaking their trance.

'And the other version was that the ninety seconds I spent looking at you while I made the decision were the most awake I had felt in a room in several years, and I did not fully understand what that meant but I was not willing to let it leave. She held his hand across the kitchen table and the lamp made its warm circle and the house held the quiet of a late autumn night and they sat with what they had finally said, which was not a revelation, they had both known the shape of it, but which needed to be said in its own words in the right room at the right hour, and this was the right room and this was the right hour. 'We are very lucky,' she said. 'Yes,' he said. 'And we made good use of the

The movie sounded like it was being shown in a different room. She was all he could think about. She made him feel happy and relaxed with her warm brown eyes and kind smile. He needed to see her to talk about their big problem. It felt like the night went on and on. Carson looked at the big old clock in the corner over and over again. It moved its hands so slowly that it looked like they were stuck in honey. There was finally bedtime for everyone. He was scared and happy at the same time. He walked back and forth on the soft, fluffy carpet in his big, fancy room.