You Touch My Heart Novels & Stories

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.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.

Lexie His eyes became more drab, and his face became more stooped. He approached me to the point where I could hear his breath. The bright lights were obscured by his head, which was in the way. Although I was unable to hear the beat, I was still able to sense its presence. having a consistent rhythm or beat. My heart rate increased in sync with the growing intensity of my excitement. The moment his mouth came in contact with mine, I couldn't help but have negative thoughts. This was not the case at all. I'd never be forgiven by Samantha. But I was completely unable to process anything when his strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. I was so giddy with excitement when

When he noticed the sauce on the side of Candy's lip without a word he wiped it with his thumb and then Kenneth brought his finger to his mouth. Candy was devastated by what Kenneth had done. Even with that simple action, it delivered a strange heat to her feeling. "You're blushing again." Kenneth curved his lips. Candy averted her eyes. "I just got burned, this food is still hot," she reasoned out. “Really? Did you get burned by food, not by the touch of my finger?” “Stop teasing me, Kenneth. That will not happen again.” "Don't worry, I can wait until our wedding night."

That shuts me up. And then, suddenly, Cammy clears her throat. Vicky starts coughing and Mia purses her lips in an attempt to hide a smile -- a very poor attempt, I may add. Uh-oh. This could only mean one thing. I can literally feel my cheeks burn, and the area near my neck and throat getting warm. My face is trying so hard to break into a smile, and it physically hurts to compose my face and keep a neutral expression. Connor Barrington.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

I asked him, and he nodded at me, before grabbing my hand and making me place it right there on his chest. “Can you feel it? It's because of you that my heart is like this”. He said to me. ‘What is going on? What has come over him?!’. I thought, because it felt like a dream to me. But it was a dream come true. My heart began to beat as well. A sign that I have not gotten over him. I took a deep breath, before my eyes turned serious, and I removed my hand from his chest and slapped his shoulder instead.

“My heart is beating for you? Do you think it’s all just a lie?” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as his lips moved against my skin. I could feel the rapid thump of his heart against my back, its rhythm echoing the one in my own chest. I couldn’t deny the effect his touch was having on me, and it both scared and excited me.