When A Guy Pulls Away Do Nothing Novels & Stories

His hand stays on me, firm and steady, until the car passes. He does this sometimes. And I usually say nothing. But this time, his hand lingers. I glance down at it. I should pull away. Pretend I didn’t feel anything. But I don’t. I stare at the road instead. “You can never be too careful,” he says, his usual line. Then he glances at me, and I meet his eyes. He blinks. Notices how close we are. And pulls away. Not like he’s startled or uncomfortable. Not like it meant something. Just like he’s done with what he had to do. Nothing more. Nothing less.

His finger pushed in, curling just enough to drag along the front wall. My vision blurred. My hips rocked once—small, helpless—chasing that pressure. Then he pulled out. Just like that. His whole hand withdrew, he turned away from me leaving me alone. “That fucker,” I murmured.

What was it then that made him not want to continue? “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” I asked him. “No, my love. Nothing is wrong?” If nothing was, why then did he pull away? “Do you not want me?” “No darling,” he came closer again and give me a kiss on the forehead. “I want you so badly, but I had to pull away because I felt I wouldn’t be able to control myself if we went any further.” “I don’t understand…”

But he did not pull away. I breathed him in. Slow. Careful. My body relaxed despite my fear. My heartbeat thudded so fast I knew he could feel it. It was enough. After a moment, he spoke. “This is all.” “I know,” I whispered. Another second passed. Then his hand lifted. Not to hold me. Just to steady me as he gently pulled away. “Rest,” he said again, softer now. I nodded. “Thank you.” He turned toward the door. Then paused.

I wrapped my arms around him immediately, taking in his sweet scent as it cleansed my mind and made me feel better. The phone resumed ringing again and reality eventually struck me. I pulled away gently from him and he easily let me go, like he also had plans to pull away from me. “Who is…? ’’ I started to say, but he beat me to it. “I should check that.’’ He moved away from me and went for the phone. Why did I feel like he just didn't want me to get the phone myself? Not like there was anything huge that would have happened if I had taken it?

I laughed nervously. “Are you nervous?” “Maybe a little bit.” “Then why did you want it in the first place?” “I wanted to experience new things!” He laughed again. “Very funny,”I stated. He sat closer and put his hand on mine. “Relax! Nothing will happen! It’s funny!” he stated. I blushed again, but I glanced at his eyes. He started coming closer, but I turned away. He kept coming closer... I didn’t understand what he was doing, but then he pulled away and showed me my phone. He was leaning to take it. God.

I close my eyes, savoring the sweet taste of his lips. I spread my legs, pulling him closer to me by his shirt, wanting to feel his body against mines, wanting to feel him inside of me. But I know this moment won't last long before he pulls away. He always pulls away, fighting the pull of the bond. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer to him. I continue to kiss his soft lips, letting my hands slide underneath his shirt. Breathing heavily, he pulls away, resting his forehead against mines. "We need to get going, well be late for the pack dinner." He says.

Steady. “This doesn’t need to be messy. But it does need to stop. Attraction isn’t offensive. Acting without consent is.” As I turned to leave, I caught Ethan looking at his phone. His expression changed the second he noticed me watching. Then he shoved it into his pocket. I left without another word, but in the hallway, I wiped my mouth once. Reflex. I told myself it meant nothing. Strategic. Temporary disruption. Still, the hesitation before I pushed him away lingered longer than it should have.

"Yeah! Mr. Grayson's mom sees Ms. Wood as her own daughter!" Someone added, "If you haven't snuck into the spot and refused to leave, Ms. Wood would've been the one to marry Mr. Grayson!" "Now apologize to us, or you're not leaving!" Rochelle pressed her hand down on my head, forcing me to bow.

Nothing was being said but then there was a lot of information being passed around. I could feel the butterflies running riot in my stomach as I looked at him. Our faces were drawing close to each other like there was a magnetic pull which I couldn’t quite explain. We were close enough to feel each other’s breath when suddenly he pulled away from me. His eyes were fixed on his hand which had previously been on my cheeks. He had this look of disbelief in his eyes like he couldn’t understand what had just happened or almost happened. He slowly backed away from me and left the room without saying a single thing.