You Hold Me Now นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dempsey turned on the heat, while I changed the station until I found music I'd never heard before. «... And I will hold I'll hold onto you No matter what this world'll throw It won't shake me loose I'll reach my hands out in the dark And wait for yours to interlock I'll wait for you... ». Don't Give Up On Me- Andy Grammer. Dempsey was driving slowly and stopped at the red light, taking the opportunity to take my hand. “I love you, Chels,” he stated, placing his other hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him. There was so much confidence in him that my stomach filled with butterflies. There will never be another ideal woman for me other than you. you are not selfish...

Not now. Instead, I tighten my hold around her just slightly, anchoring both of us in something real. No one takes her again. No one even tries.

Hold on to me. I hold on. I hold on to him as the only certainty in this chaos. I clench my fingers on his forearm, so hard I feel the muscles contract under my grip. He doesn't flinch. He wipes the sweat streaming from my temples with a cool cloth Élise hands him. He murmurs, disjointed words, memories, promises, a litany of encouragement and love. His deep voice mingles with the reassuring voices of the midwives, who accompany me, soothe me, bring me back to my body.

Still demanding. But there was a new gravity now. Not pulling me apart. Holding me in place.

My mate is holding me, reinforcing the bond with every touch, every word, every breath. For tonight, at least, I'm exactly where I need to be.

“What happened? I called the house, and you weren’t there.” “I—” I can’t answer that. I don’t want him to see me that way, I don’t want to give him something else to worry about, but it seems a little too late. “Hold me,” I choke out. It’s all I can say, all I need right now. I like Kingston’s hands, they’re the only hands I don't think twice about touching me, hands that I don't have to mentally prepare for before any contact. “Please—just hold me. Don’t let go.”

Before I know it, he pulls me into him and I am quick to welcome the comfort since I'm too exhausted and weak to do much. He holds me tightly to him as if he's afraid I'll disappear but I can't disappear, I'm right here pretty much open to him, it's all on him now if he'll accept me or reject me after loading so much on him. Leaning slightly back after some time, I stagger back, feeling the exhaustion take over and he is quick to catch me, pick me up and carry me out of my room in bridal style. Laying my head against his chest, I welcome this moment, where there's no words shared but our actions speak for us.

Tumawa lang sa kan'ya si Shawn saka inabuta siya ng inumin na hawak din nito kanina pa. "Congrats," bulong nito sa tainga niya dahilan para mag-iwas siya. Hindi kasi maganda ang dulot niyon sa kan'ya. "Hi, Yesha!" nagulat siya nang batiin siya ni Cardo. May dala rin itong pagkain. Nginisian lang niya ang lalaki. "Hi, Cardo." Umupo ito sa bakanteng upuan sa harapan nila at naramdaman naman niya ang paghawak ni Shawn sa kamay niya na nasa ilalim ng lamesa.

You hold my life, you hold my soul, you hold me with my everything in me. All Hearts !!

I want to run; I want to freeze; I want to cover my body in a thick blanket. I lean forward to bend over my knees when a vice-like grip on my body commands my attention. Peeking up, I see hands on my shoulders. Big-knuckled man hands - more specifically, Tristan's hands, on my shoulders. Crouching down, his face only inches from mine and he is focusing those whiskey eyes right on me. Warmth rushes into my body so quickly it becomes overwhelming. "Look at me. Just focus on me," he says gently, calmly, as he holds me so tenderly. "Breathe."