When A Guy Pulls Away Do Nothing Novels & Stories

He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head, something is off about him, he leans down and kisses me, but there is no spark, it's gone, or was it never there, to begin with? He pulls away and he looks confused. "I have to go," he says aloof. I nod, "Right, thank you for bringing me home." This is awkward now. He turns around and walks out the door, I am confused, how is there no spark suddenly? Has he met someone new?

He pulled me closer, like he wanted to merge our bodies into one, his grip firm and possessive. And then I felt it. The bulge behind his pants poking hard against my stomach. Fuck. That aroused me more than I wanted to admit. Just when I thought things were about to move further, he pulled away abruptly and muttered something I couldn’t hear before walking away. I exhaled shakily, running my fingers through my hair. “God.” What have I done?

So I move first. I grab his collar. Pull him down. And kiss him. Hard. Desperate. Like it’s the last time. For half a second, he freezes. Then He kisses back. Harder. Stronger. Like he’s been holding it in for years. His hand grips my waist. Mine grips his shirt. My head spins. Everything disappears. No family. No Peter. No Tessa. Just him. Just us. Then He suddenly pulls away. Breathing hard. Eyes wide.

It’s ridiculous. I continued watching her for a few more minutes wanting nothing more than to go and remover her from the guys presence but I stayed put not wanting anyone to think anything of it. When the guy reached for her hand and she pulled away I caught myself smirking. He reached again and clamped his hand around her wrist this time. He stepped back and pulled her towards him but she was shaking her head ‘no.’ I frowned and watched as she continued to try and pry her wrist from his hand. I found myself standing up from the table and walking toward them.

Doesn’t pull away. His hand rises—curls around her jaw. She moans, soft and broken. And just as his tongue flicks across hers, just as his hand slips to the back of her neck— He pulls away. “Grace,” he whispers, breathless. “Stop.” She stares at him, wide-eyed, lips swollen, chest heaving. He closes his eyes. Stands. Walks out. Leaves her burning. Alone.

Third-wheel syndrome hit me full force, sharp, familiar, and stupidly painful. Daniel set her down gently, still grinning like an idiot. Bella turned toward me with open arms for a hug, eyes bright and expectant. I stepped back fast, pressing a hand to her chest to stop her before she could close the distance. “No need to hug me,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m a nobody compared to your boyfriend. Just keep talking to him and leave me alone. I will just… stand here and pretend I’m invisible. Works for me.”

"Asleep?" Yes, I am fast asleep. Now quickly pull out and let me rest in peace. His movements ceased entirely. I exhaled a long, measured breath, careful not to blow my cover. Thank goodness. He’s finally going to pull away and leave me be. But ten seconds passed... then twenty... then a full minute. Wait. Why isn't he pulling out?! Instead of pulling away, his arms tightened around my waist. He held me close until my back was pressed against his chest, leaving his firmly planted inside me.

The obvious desire to extract himself from the situation without causing a scene. But he didn't outright push her away either. He didn't stand up and tell her to leave. Didn't pull his hands back forcefully. Didn't make a clear, unambiguous rejection that would signal to anyone watching that this woman meant nothing to him. And that hesitation, that politeness, that reluctance to be rude even when being touched inappropriately... that was going to cost him. I almost laughed because of the victory I felt surging through my chest. This was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

​I instantly tore my face away, my breath catching in my throat as I scrambled backward into the cushions of the couch, breaking the suffocating pull between us. My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I thought I would faint. I had been seconds away from grabbing him. Seconds away from ruining everything. ​Adrian didn’t panic. He didn't even jump like nothing had happened. As if what his sister-in-law was about to ask from him had been something innocent and nothing more. ​He slowly straightened up, his movements entirely unbothered as he withdrew his hand from my chin. He smoothly slid his hands into his pockets, turning his head toward the front door just as the engine outside

I hate how empty I suddenly feel, even as he leaves a new sense of fullness at the same time. I hate even more the reality that comes crashing down when he moves away to grab his clothes. What did we just do? He doesn’t say anything more. Just tugs his pants on and shrugs on his shirt. No glances at me, no more sweet words of affection. It’s like we just engaged in a mutually beneficial transaction. Because… we did. Of course we did.