Wrapped Around Her Finger Song Novels & Stories

I got up to leave but she held my hand and asked me if we could listen to some music together. I agreed, so I went for my phone and came back to meet her in the same position I had left her. God, she looked too lifeless but I didn't know how to make her live again with smiles all over her face and heart. I clicked on the music looking at her face and unconsciously clicked on JESS GYLNNE’S SONG BROKEN. I wanted to stop the song but she held my hand as she sang along, “So broken, so broken Sometimes I fall down low

Our lips pressed and still, she sang to me, touching my cheeks, ears. "Desperado, Why don't your come to your senses Been out riding fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one... I know that you have your reasons" Then a kiss, a vibrato in a prolonged note. I could feel her smile, her face passionate with each note, line, and verse. With only one arm, I held onto her for dear life. My heart pounding, unable to speak, mind just overwhelmed. How could she be mine? How was it possible?

My grip on the wheel tightened as I clenched my jaw. No one has ever heard me sing before. "I don't know where we're going but I'd like to be by your side." I waved my head from left to right as I awkwardly sang the song with her. "If you could tell me, how you're feeling, maybe we'd get through this undefeated." She loosened her scary glare as she bobbed her head again. My muscles relaxed better and the grip on the wheel loosened up. My head started bobbing with her.

she murmurs, "the trains have started singing more.” The spatula slips from my hand my heart skipping. I gather her into my arms before she utters another word. She’s tangible genuine, scented, with baby shampoo and the subtle metallic trace that seems to linger on everyone nowadays. I clutch her firmly yet she doesn’t protest; instead she encircles her arms around my neck and nestles her face into my shoulder as though she senses the burden I bear surpasses hers. “What song are they performing mija?" I inquire, voice calm despite my heart pounding.

"I want you Ricky." He lowered himself to a level which enabled him hear her heartbeats, fast and unstable like his, he slowly traced his fingers upwards her body and palmed her heart, letting the insistent pounding serve as the beat for all the music he needed. Her breath was the voice, singing the only chorus he wanted to sing the verses to. With his eyes still on her, he watched her swallow hard as he slipped his fingers into her hair and pulled at the knot with which she had tied.

he whispered to her as his fingers trailed from her waist to her back, soothing her nerves as he did so. Her breathing hitched, his touch sending shivers down her spine as she clung to him for her dearest comfort. Vince planted gentle kisses on her neck down to her chest as his fingers traced unrecognizable, yet soothing patterns on her bare back. Slowly, he felt her easing up in his touch.

One of the kidnappers picked up a sharp chunk of ice from the floor, scraped it against his own hands, and deliberately crushed Lucius’s fingers under his boot. Lucius clamped his jaw shut, biting down relentlessly until blood welled at the corners of his lips. He ground his teeth, swallowing all his agony in brute, suffocating silence. Just as his consciousness began to slip away, a phone ringtone cut sharply through the freezing air. Lucius’s eyes lit up with a desperate spark. He scrambled to grab the device. Unbelievably, it was Amara calling back. For a fleeting second, Lucius forgot the excruciating pain in his body. With shaking, bloodied fingers, he pressed the answer button.

The blood against her skin. "She sent one for you." "Yes." "You broke it." "Yes." "She will not get another chance!" "No, sweetheart. She will not." She stood. She went to the small cabinet beside the window. She came back with a clean cloth. She wrapped my hand. She wrapped it carefully, the way a woman wrapped a wound on the hand of a man who had just crushed a coin that was meant to take him from her. She tied the cloth. She held the wrapped hand in both of hers.

My legs spread wide for him to have better access and I glance down at his hand for a second just to find it disappearing into my dress. He pushes more of his finger into me and then twirls it inside. I turn breathless, my mouth opening like a yearning fish. He keeps doing it — pushing his finger into me and twirling it inside like it is dancing in its favourite warmth. A moan escapes my lips and I suddenly rush to hold my mouth. I palm it, looking at the view in front. The lady keeps singing but I think my ears refused to hear her anymore. With my half-lidded eyes, I just see her mouth opening and never closing after that — at least this is what I notice.

She placed a hand on her chest as the singer began: *Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame * A bitter smile escaped her lips. It felt like the song was dedicated to her. She lightly slapped her chest when the chorus played: *Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small and needy Warm me up and breathe me * She took consecutive gulps from her drink. Darryl must have noticed the shift in her mood because he held her hand as if to say it was okay, that he was there for her.