When A Guy Pulls Away Do Nothing Novels & Stories

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.

“Thank you, Mav. For being here.” I squeezed her hand once before pulling away. “Always.” She shifted slightly, her free hand brushing against mine. The touch lingered—longer than I expected, longer than I wanted. I didn’t know if my mind was playing tricks on me, but it was…suggestive? I shook my head, trying to discard those absurd doubts forming in my mind. This wasn’t the time, and I wasn’t the man for that. She must’ve noticed my lack of response because she pulled away, looking away and blinking rapidly.

The pull I didn’t want to feel and couldn’t ignore. When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine. “I should still go,” he whispered. I nodded, breathless. “Yeah.” Neither of us moved. He pulled away first. Walked backward toward the door, like he didn’t want to turn away. Then he opened it, glanced back once, and said “See you Monday.” And just like that, he was gone. But the warmth in my chest stayed long after the door clicked shut.

Even the nurse nearby said, “Come on, forgive your boyfriend. “He’s good-looking, and he seems like a nice guy. Guys like him are hard to find.” I did not feel anything and just calmly said, “Yeah, a guy this terrible really is hard to find.” The nurse was speechless, and she left. Orion’s smile disappeared right away as well. Following a long silence, he finally said, “I’m sorry…” He tried to hold my hand again. However, I was annoyed, and I frowned at him. “Please, just go away.”

I try to press myself harder onto his erection whilst he's doing the same and it feels so good I don't want him to stop. I think I might be drunk. He pulls away and I feel disappointed in the sudden change but then I see lust all over his eyes, he wants this too right? Why did he pull away? "I'll see you tomorrow, Goodnight Ri," with that said he just turned and left me in the room alone leaving me stunned and really turned on. But wait...did he just leave me alone here? I can't even be angry because he is so hot!

“Then push me away.” For three long heartbeats neither of us moved. I felt the tremor in his muscles, the way he was holding himself rigid against the urge to lean in or shove me back. My thumb kept stroking the side of his neck. My other hand stayed on his waist, not gripping, just present. Then Noah’s control cracked.

With a gentle but unstoppable motion, he pulled me to my feet and then slid the fingers of his free hand along my jawline to the back of my neck. I was keenly aware of the chance that he still might pull away, leaving me alone and humiliated. The thought briefly flashed through my mind that I should push him away first before he had the chance to leave me hanging. It took a great deal of will to pull away. I placed my palms flat on his chest and pressed away while turning my head to the side. I panted as I shook my head and looked down at his chest rather than meeting his eyes. "You don't want this..." I mumbled, "You're just drunk."

The male says and I pull away from him when his grip on me tightens. I turn in his direction and glare at him. " Touch me and I'll twist your balls and feed it to your wolf." I see the slightest wilt in his eyes and I roll my eyes and walk away. Always words and never any action. Asshole.

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.