Your Hand And Mine Novels & Stories

I confessed to him honestly. “Me too,” he replied seriously. At that moment, his hand reached for mine and held it. My eyes widened in slight surprised at how straightforward he was and the implication behind his words. His hand tightened a little around mine. Just as his hand held mine, his eyes held mine as well and I could feel the connection between us.

“Kind and brave. Someone who knows he’s loved, no matter what.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll give him.” Her hand slipped into mine, her fingers curling tight. “Together.” “Together,” I promised.

“Enjoying the view?” I covered my face with a pillow. **** Caleb's POV 🌹 I dragged myself up, water pouring from my body in cold streams. Air struck my face and I flicked my wet hair once, and behind me the pool fell silent. Before I got the chance to watch her walk away. I looked down and noticed that my hands were inside my pants, and my fingers were gripping my member tightly. I let go of my grip and the whitish stuff started to drip through my fingers. I grab the towel from the lounger and wipe myself.

At the exact same instant, Nyric reached out too. His hand landed on the exact same spot as mine, our fingers overlapping, both of us reaching for the same small, invisible point on my body at precisely the same second, neither of us having planned it, neither of us expecting the other to move at all. We both froze.

I was taken aback, my mind racing with confusion. I stared at his hand, feeling like a fool until he took matters into his own hands and gently grasped mine. Before I knew it, we were walking towards the gate together, his warm hand enveloping mine in a firm but gentle grip. I was too stunned to protest, my heart racing with a mix of surprises.

I reach out and take his hands, he squeezes mine and I squeeze his hand back. “Come with me, there’s a lot you need to know.”

"I know but the fault is from you, my human. You're yet to accept and fully trust him." "But I do trust him." "No you don't. Not yet at least. You need to open yourself fully to him. Loving him is not the same as trusting him." "But I've tried sending messages through the mindlink and whenever I do that, I always hit a wall. I thought the wall was his."

Victor's eyes sparkled with delight, mirroring the emotions coursing through me. He reached out to hold my hand, the touch sending tingles up my arm. Our fingers intertwined, creating a bridge between our hearts, solidifying the bond we were about to embark on. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as the world around us faded into the background. The eatery buzzed with activity, yet our shared happiness cocooned us, cocooned me. As we sat there, hand in hand, hearts aligned, I realized that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey—a journey brimming with love, laughter, and an unspoken understanding.

Her voice was serious but cheeks were as red as tomatoes. We continued eating. At some point we both reached for the bread at the same time. Our hands landed on each other. Neither of us moved. I looked at her hand under mine. Then at her face. She was looking at our hands with an expression that was very still and very present and not pulling away. Then she turned her hand over. I held it. We ate dinner one handed after that without discussing it or making it into anything that needed discussing. Her hand in mine on the table between us, both of us talking about other things while that one thing stayed quietly and certainly where it was.

“But if we stop now…” His hand reached for mine, his fingers brushing against my palm before wrapping around it. His touch was warm, steady, a stark contrast to the cold knot in my stomach. “You don’t have to carry this alone,” he said, his voice softer now, a plea hidden beneath his words.