Your Hand And Mine Novels & Stories

His hand tangled in my hair, mine clawed at his back, and between broken kisses he kept whispering, “Mine. Mine. Mine.” I lost myself again in him, in us, in the way we always seemed to find our way back to this.

His other hand gripped mine firmly, grounding me in the moment. "Is this real?" I croaked, my voice barely audible. My throat was dry, and the words came out clumsy, hard to form. "Lucas, please... don't let go of my hand." "I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice steady as he squeezed my hand. "I won’t let go."

He is going to have a younger sibling………………… I can’t wait for our story to begin……………………..To those who think this is the end, this is only the beginning our lives together. With Ethan and Daniel by my side, everything is going to be perfect…………………..

𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅-𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕� � 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆.

He smiled faintly, reaching across the desk to brush his fingers against mine — a fleeting, grounding touch. And as our hands lingered there, I told myself it was enough. Or maybe not.

He compliments and I find myself blushing. "Thank you" I whisper shyly, his hand slowly brushes mine, our eyes lock for a second and we both lock away. He slowly entwines our hands and I gaze at him through my thick lashes. Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me But bear this mind, it was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

“I called you Mr Montgomery in front of Mrs Collins and she questioned me. I don’t think I can handle this any better” “Even if you kept your mouth shut, she would question you. You flinch every time I touch you” “It’s… I’m having a hard time wrapping myself up in all of this! I’m so not used to physical contact and all of this seems like a dream, I don’t know… I’m just scared I screw everything up” “We’ll have to change that, then” he stated at me briefly before gabbing my hand and pull me against his chest. I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct.

The hand I had known my whole life. I turned my hand over. Palm up. And held it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Dax took my hand. "Together." "Together."

In that moment, I could sense the weight of his words and the depth of his emotions. I reached out my hand, reaching for his, wanting to offer comfort and reassurance. As my fingers brushed against his, it was as if a current passed between us, connecting us once more. Our intertwined hands spoke volumes, conveying emotions that words could never fully capture. "I've missed you too," I whispered, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and gratitude. Our hands remained clasped, a symbol of the connection we had rekindled.