When We Touch I Get This Feeling Novels & Stories

I don’t understand it, but it feels impossibly alive, almost intoxicating. Before I can process the sensation, a smile creeps onto my face, unbidden and strange, curling my lips upward in a way I barely recognize. My fingers twitch against his cheek, our tangled hands radiating an electric charge. A tingly sensation spreads from where his face rubs against the back of my hand—a soft, deliberate friction that sends jolts cascading down my spine.

"No matter what you wear, you will always be pretty to me," There was no explanation as to how I felt as his hands laid on me, but I could feel goosebumps rise on my skin, warm heat rushing over my body. What is this feeling? I have been feeling these tiny sparks whenever we had a close contact lately and I always brushed it out of my head thinking it was mere accident. But it was becoming more pronounced now. I could feel the sharp spark between us as an intense yearn for his touch overcame me, but I was strong enough to put myself together and not do something silly.

“Oh, I should go.” I feel the tingling all over my body, and he isn’t even touching me. It’s suddenly very warm in here.

So, as we walked, I slowly wrapped my fingers around hers. The moment my fingers touched her, I felt like a wave of current rushing down my entire body, giving me shivers and goosebumps. It was surreal. A weird giddiness engulfed me, but then I liked the feeling. I was nervous, but I was excited like a little kid too.

He asked. " Because of the way I react to your touch. " I said. " What do you mean? " He asked. " Oh... I don't know how to explain it. It's just that I find you so... Overwhelming. I am shivering and shuddering at your touch. These reactions are a bit too much and quite alien to me. I am feeling sparks and tingles all over my body. " I said honestly.

I close my eyes as his fingers brush my cheek, losing myself in the electric feeling only his touch seems to cause. He pulls his hand back, but I grab it with my own, my body coming to life like it does every time we touch. I figured he would pull back, but instead he grips my hand and rubs his thumb across the back. I never knew a feeling like this could exist. “Do you feel that too?” I ask breathlessly. It’s like my words brought him back to reality and he released my hand. I instantly regretted saying anything, missing the feeling of his hand in mine. “You do, don’t you? And don’t say it’s static electricity.”

It's just like I was trying to put my hand on a fire that is burning really hot. I held my forehead with my fingers and shut my eyes closed for a moment. I just have to pretend it's not going to burn me, that's the only way to get to touch her. I flutter my eyes open and my hand gently touched her head. To my surprise it didn't burn me like I expected, I mean it didn't feel awkward when I touched her, rather all I felt was calmness. Isn't that weird?

I was unintentionally fine but, why would there be an electric wave feeling? And that's when I realized that it was the first time that our skin touched but, why would I feel like that unintentional touch was there something I couldn't point out? It was like something traveled through my veins when our bare skin touched. Okay, maybe I was just paranoid and starting to make a big deal out of it. I guess I was very much stressed these past few days. "Breathe, Audrey," someone whispered in my ear It made me cringe and it even tickled me.

It was the first friendly touch from the man that I was so comfortable of. And after that, it was Xavier whose touch made me realize that I could feel something else from his touches. Something so much heavenly and something so much beautiful. I know I love his touches. Whenever he touches me, caresses me and takes care of me, I want him to do it more. I want him to touch me more, to caress me more and to take care of me more that I never get tired but I don’t feel something good about this. I feel weird.

As she told me her story, I felt the urge to test out something, I reached out and wiped the tear that rolled down her cheek. When my palm made contact with her face, it wasn’t just warmth that seeped into my skin—it was something far more intense, almost electric. My pulse quickened, an unfamiliar sensation rippling under the surface of my skin, as though every nerve had awakened. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was entirely new, leaving me alarmingly aware of how different this was from anything I had ever known. The revulsion I normally feel whenever I come in physical contact with anyone, was absent. Instead, my body responded in a way that felt both exhilarating and unnerving, as if her to