Touch Your Heart Episode Novels & Stories

"I spent eleven years believing my body was something to be managed rather than trusted. You didn't just become my exception, Alicia. You taught me how to actually want to be touched again, instead of simply tolerating it because you were the one exception I couldn't explain." Alicia turned into him, resting her head against his shoulder, feeling the steady, familiar rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "I never expected any of this when I called that number on the terrace. A contract. Protection and . revenge." She looked up at him, something soft and certain settling behind her tired eyes. "I never expected to fall in love with the man on the other end of it."

I asked and she stopped, closing her books as she turned to gaze on me "Don't be suprise Reed, it's called the phenomenon of touch, one doesn't have to listen directly to one's Heartbeat before knowing the rate at which it's beat, a little touch will do it all but that's if only you have good sensitive ears" She Explained and I became awed, it's like she could actually see through me and know exactly what I had in mind. "How did you know it's what I had in mind?" I asked "It's just a hunch Reed, just a hunch!" She replied

A part of my heart was ripped apart, something beyond what eyes could see. Nothing except his touch could fix me. His pain also washed through me, he was hurt too, our hearts wept bitterly together. Only one touch, a word of clarification, and a gaze into each other's souls could fix this. We didn't have to be so hurt, why does it have to be like this?

He centred all his attention on me and I felt my heart racing when I saw the same weird look cross his features again. All of a sudden he placed his right hand on my right cheek. His touch was light and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He tucked a few strands of my baby hair that didn't get fixed in my bun behind my hair. I felt so warm and then I felt my heart explode seeing a smile on his face. He cautiously touched the pearl of the earring I wore. He gingerly traced the pearl with his finger. His touch was soft and gentle which made me wonder what he was thinking. I couldn't help but feel my body heat up and I felt my heart beating rapidly.

It's hard when you feel helpless, isn't it? "Bother me?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, like I had wounded him more deeply than any blade ever could. He reached out to me, taking my hand in his. His touch was firm but careful, like he was taking care not to hurt me, but still holding me close. He gently placed my palm on his chest, right over his heart, where it was beating strongly under my fingertips. "This," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "Thea, you are such a kind and thoughtful friend. You never cause me any trouble. Never."

"I want to touch you, Clara. I want to feel every part of you. And I know you want it too. Don't lie to me. Not here." The silence that followed was electric, charged with everything they weren't saying. Clara felt her heart hammering in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears like a drum. She knew she should run, pray, beg for forgiveness, but her body had a will of its own. The desire she had repressed for so long was a current pulling her toward him. Without thinking, she reached out and touched his chest, her fingers feeling the damp warmth of his t-shirt, the strong thrum of his heart beneath his skin.

“It felt like a betrayal, even though I knew it wasn’t. A betrayal of everything I felt, everything I hoped for.” I reached for him then, my movements slow and deliberate, giving him every opportunity to pull away, to recoil from my touch. I didn't want to startle him, didn't want to push him further into himself. He didn’t. He stood his ground, a silent statue of vulnerability. I placed my hand against his chest, right over his heart. It thundered beneath my palm, a powerful, erratic beat that vibrated through my fingertips, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own. The warmth of his skin, the tremor beneath my touch, were intoxicating.

Heat radiated off him, the kind that had nothing to do with kitchens or stovetops. “You see it?” he murmured, “You feel how it never truly healed, right?” I shook my head, trying to tug free, but his grip stayed gentle, just firm enough to keep me there. “Don’t run from it, Eve,” he whispered, guiding my palm flat against his skin. “Touch it.” His chest rose under my palm, steady at first, then uneven as though my touch rewired his heartbeat. “Eve,” he whispered, “you’re the first person since her that makes me feel like I’m not walking around half-dead.”

Victor wrapped her up in his arms in a loving, consoling way. She felt his hands slightly caressing her back, giving her a sensation from his touch. Her gentle pats and strokes on his spine, riveted from her touch, and nothing is stranger than the heart. Their hearts were racing; they could feel each other's hearts as if it seemed to be transferring signals from one body to the other, stronger than ever.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.