You Touch My Heart Novels & Stories

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

I could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. “Touch me.” I pleaded. “Please.” A growl ripped from his throat. “Say it louder.” “Touch me.” I begged. "Everywhere… Please."

His touch was filled with love. The feeling of emptiness seemed to vanish. My world was no longer empty but rather filled with his enticing aroma. My soul appeared to enter a gentle cradle, and I was saved beneath his beating heart. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! The heartbeats gradually calmed my nearly collapsing emotions.

"Next time, don't cook. Let Hilda take care of it. She knows everything on what to do." "I want to do anything for you" he replied, and I didn't expect that so.... *Cough*Cough* He moved quickly and took some water and gave it to me. I drank it immediately but in the middle of my drinking, he stroked my back to calm me down but I felt different. My heart was beating fast .... I'm nervous. I immediately walked away from him and.... "I said, don't touch me!" I shouted at him. "Why is he doing this? He's so kind to me"

"I think I got a little carried away." "Battle scars I will gladly take any time you'd like to dole them out," he assured her. He kissed her palm again before laying it directly over his still pounding heart and the infinity tattoo there. They lay in silence for quite a while lost in their own thoughts but their hands never leaving the other. Harper was just about to drift off when a familiar ring tone destroyed the contented quiet. Soul Bossa Nova from the Austin Powers movie. Cam. The ringtone had been a joke between them but now made a cold ball of dread coalesce in the pit of her stomach. What time was it? Everyone must be worried about her.

“What?” “Can. I. Touch. You.”

I felt him touch my hand carefully. I shut my eyes and gulped, trying to pull out my voice to answer him. I was having a hard time producing a sound but I still tried. "I... I-I'm fine," I weakly answered. I saw in Zadkiro's eyes that he was relieved upon hearing my answer. He looked at the woman behind him and I saw them looking at each other. I roamed my eyes around and that's when I noticed that there was an IVF injected into my left hand, it may be the reason why it felt numb.

His touch ignites a fire within me, a warmth that spreads through my entire body, consuming me. I can feel his heartbeat against mine, the steady rhythm grounding me, anchoring me in this moment of shared need and love. It’s a feeling I’ve missed more than I realized, a sense of belonging that I’ve been desperately searching for. As we lose ourselves in each other, the barriers that once stood between us vanish, dissolving into nothing. Every kiss, every touch, is a reaffirmation of our bond, a silent promise that no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.

He held his daughter first. Small. Fragile. Perfect. He didn’t move. Just stared. Tears spilled. “I didn’t know,” he whispered. Elena, exhausted, smiling: “Know what?” “That it would feel like this.” His voice cracked. “Like my heart is outside my body.” Sophia watched. She held the baby boy — warm, quiet, one tiny hand curled around her finger. And she felt it. Love. Deep. Tender. Overwhelming. But not like Nathan’s.