Whenever Novels & Stories

She misses them so much. Clara decided to stay at home today. The last few days have been a roller coaster of emotions coupled with work. Today, she was going to take a break and breathe. At least, that's what the girls said. She was doing some cleaning whether phone rang. On checking the Caller ID and it was Aiden. Clara was beyond surprised, and for whatever reason, her heart began to thud heavily. She wiped my hands dry and picked up the call. His deep, husky voice sent her already fast-beating heart into overdrive.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

"Only if you're ready. But I need to know that when you are ready, you're actually present. That you're not calculating or planning or trying to control the outcome. That you're just... here. With me. In this." "I can do that," I said. "Can you?" Eli asked. "When it's hard? When vulnerability feels like the worst possible choice?" "Yes," I said, and I meant it. The air in the bedroom felt thick, charged with the kind of electricity that only builds after hours of stolen glances and unspoken promises. Eli stood by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle, expectant look in his eyes as you entered the room.