When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

But it seemed like she wanted to do otherwise by cutting me off. "I'm tired, Jett. Can I rest before you interrogate me?" I couldn't help but sneer. "It seems the vixen—my vixen, wants to rest from all her devious plans. I just hope when I sleep next to you earlier, I won't feel a blade in my neck." She merely stared at me and was the first to walk away. I watched her back, walking away from me, a scene I watched too many times. Aside from her bent over and buried inside her, I could also recognize her back because of her habit of turning back from me.

What the hell just happened? Before I can respond, she unfolds her arms and clasps her hands behind her back, turning on her heel without another word. She doesn’t wait for me, doesn’t glance back to see if I’ll follow. She walks toward the exit with an ease that leaves me rooted in place, unable to move.

His eyes darted back, nodded to her, telling her to move. With a loud thumping heart that she thinks is audible even miles apart, she stood up, exposing her back that was no longer covered with the slabs and turned to face the house. She took long fearless strides towards the back door and the assassin that was guarding it had finally recognized her uninvited presence.

I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms. Patrick's office was on the ninth floor. My guess was that she knew exactly which window looked into Patrick's office. It was action time. I pulled Shania along and walked out of the cafe. Though everything was going according to plan and I wished for them to be utterly ruined with all my heart, I couldn't keep the anxiousness at bay. I felt so jittery that I stumbled. Shania steadied me and asked cautiously, "Should we just forget about it?" "There's no turning back now." I forced a smile and collected myself before walking out once more.

I frowned. "What happened??" She shook her head vigorously. "N-No-Nothing.." "Then why did you turn around?" "Uhmm, w-wear your sh-shirt f-first", she replied nervously. I chuckled. So, she got shy!!! Hmm, interesting. I decided to play with her. I placed the shirt on the bed and walked toward her. I stood behind her back and whispered in her ears. "You can turn around now." She sighed and turned around while smiling. "Okay, Now-AHHH!!!" She screamed and covered her eyes with her baby hands. I started laughing.

she said and then without giving me so much as a backward glance, she walked off. The moment her back was turned to me, my jaw dropped to the ground. What the fuck?

she says as she turns to face me. I slowly move towards her to where she is standing. This does spell trouble in so many ways. She turns her back towards me, and I flip her hair over her shoulder. I take her zip and start drawing, inch by inch. The warmth of her back catches my hand as I run it down. I stop for a second and admire her body. There is nothing as beautiful as a woman from behind.

We watched it jump three times on the water surface before finally sinking into the water. I was surprised when she suddenly stood up. "Where are you going?" I asked and stood up as well. She moved away from me slightly and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. I froze. She was about to remove it but also stopped and looked in my direction. I was silent and turned my gaze everywhere. "Turn your back." "Huh?" I asked as if I don't understand her. "I said turn around." She said again. "I said turn around..." I copy cat and turned my back.

At the same time, her eyes flew open out of shock. "Don't worry. I won't do anything to you. Just go to bed." Suddenly, Jeremy's low and husky voice rang out from behind her. For some reason, he sounded so alluring and seductive. "Jeremy, don't make me look down on you," Joanna snapped while choosing to turn her back on him.

I let my side features rest against the doorframe and I fold my hands on my chest, watching her every move. I watch as her mouth goes from an Oh to an Ah as she gazes, with widened eyes, at everything within her eyesight. Hell. She is beautiful. With her back hunched, she doesn’t stop looking at the wristwatches until several moments later. And as soon as she has her back straightened, she freezes. She knows. Even though she has her back to me, she knows I’m here. So, I speak. “You like what you see?” I watch her keenly. She doesn’t respond.