When A Guy Pulls Away Do Nothing Novels & Stories

“And I can’t be the man you deserve.” He hesitates…just a fraction. Then steps closer. His hand twitches, then stills. He keeps it folded on the table, like he’s afraid of crossing another line. He doesn’t pull me in. He inclines his head once. Not gratitude. Not affection. Just acknowledgement. Not claiming. Not asking. A goodbye. “I’m stepping back,” he says. “Because you already chose.” And then…he steps back. Turns. Walks away. I don’t stop him.

I said. “That’s not true,” Ryan said. “You can always stop.” “Not this time,” I said. Ryan stepped closer, his hand brushing mine before holding it fully, and his voice softened. “Then stay with me while you do this, don’t shut me out, don’t just disappear into whatever that is.” “I’m not disappearing,” I said, though my voice lowered slightly. “I’m still here.” “It doesn’t feel like it,” Ryan said. “It feels like something else is pulling you away from me and I don’t like how strong that feels.”

"I'm not pushing you away. I'm focused. There's a difference." "Bullshit. You won't look at me. Won't touch me. Won't talk to me beyond necessary pack business. That's not focus. That's withdrawal. That's someone who's already checked out." I move closer. "Tell me the truth. What happened in those three days? What changed?"

I reach my hand under his shirt as I start to unbutton it, but he holds my hand, making me stop and pulls away. "I don't think this is a good idea," he says, his voice low. But I don't want to stop. I need this, I need him. So I keep going, pulling him towards me. We keep making out for a little longer until he finally pulls away again. ##########

She pulled his cheeks " Keep your hands off my man! I yelled. But in mind. And why Ian was not saying anything. It looked like he was having the best time. "I am sorry Ava but Ian and I will leave now." I made all the desperate attempts to keep Ian away from Ava. But it seemed like the two were different poles of the magnet. The ore you will try to pull them apart the more they will get drawn towards each other. Ian snugged, "Fine." and pulled his hand to himself.

he announced to no one in particular, "can we skip the trust fall?" The tension cracked open. Laughter erupted everywhere. Avelin blinked and stepped back slowly, and the loss of contact hit like something sharp and immediate. He felt it too. I saw it in how his fingers curled unconsciously after pulling away, the small involuntary movement of someone who had let go of something they hadn't meant to. Neither of us spoke. Neither could. Standing beneath the cold mountain sky with the bond pulsing alive between us, I understood something I had been trying not to understand since we arrived.

Just a touch. But he pulled back. Sharp. Immediate. My hand dropped slowly back to my lap. And for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Why did he pull away? I looked at him. He wasn’t angry. But he wasn’t the same. He wouldn’t even look at me directly now. His eyes stayed fixed on a spot just over my shoulder. What was wrong?

He’s talking about us. I don’t respond. I just stay where I am. Close. Present. Not walking away. And for once He doesn’t pull back either.

Speaking of close, I'm just getting to realize how close we were with each other, and in a flash, I pulled away from him immediately. I saw him smile after watching me pull away from him that way as if he had caught the flu, and I didn't want to contact it from him. “You are late,” He said, speaking up all of a sudden, his hands inside his pants pocket with a little smile of disdain on his face. I refuse to ever study his facial features to avoid ending up having feelings for this person. He's a really fine man indeed, however, I refuse to have anything to do with him. Good thing, he has a mate, so there's no chance of us ever having anything in common to do with each other.

“We’ll talk tonight. I’ll text you the time.” Before I can answer, he turns and walks away…his steps faster than usual, like he’s running from something. From me. I look down at my hands, still warm from his touch. He’s slipping away from his own rules, his own control. And I don’t know if I should pull him back or let him fall.