Short Story

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

After kicking your shoes off, you crawled up onto the bed into Mikko’s open arms. He wrapped them around you as you got situated with your head on his chest. He was so warm. The kind of warm that made you want to never leave the position you were in. He moved his head slightly to kiss the top of

You were yelling at him as his body enveloped yours, hugging you tightly to him and the skin on skin contact made you heat up in more ways than you already were as you felt the warmness of his skin and you feel like you're gonna have a great stroke any minute.

“No,” he moaned, and turned his head to the side. It was the wrong side. He came face to face with Cal, whose smirk had returned. He turned his head before Cal could say anything and pretending he didn’t hear the trademark snort behind him. He closed his eyes and hoped that Lofty wasn’t smiling behind him too.

Alex’s lips left a burning path down to your collarbones, tongue running over your clavicle, hands gripping at your waist as his hips pushed down into your own, hands slowly pushing up to run across the skin of your stomach, his hands were so warm and welcoming and you’re surprised you aren’t actually melting into his touch.

Although Audra wanted to remain alert and enjoy the ride to the seaside home, drowsiness claimed her and she nodded off with her head resting against Maxen’s shoulder. She was vaguely aware of him pulling up their blanket up to her chin, but then fell into a deep slumber with peace in her heart and the welcome sense she was loved and protected.

My body was enclosed in soft fluffy blankets. Though it felt so good to be back in my own bed I also felt out of place. It was too peaceful almost, like the calm before a storm. I got out of bed dragging one of my smaller blankets with me. I wrapped it around myself as I approached my living room. I smiled seeing Shanes sleeping form sprawled across my couch. I tip toed my way to him and nudged his shoulder. "Hey Shane wake up." I spoke softly. He groaned and batted my hand away.

Some nights he even let himself imagine what it would be like to fall asleep next to someone again, they arms around him or their head on his chest, the warmth of them holding onto him, fingers interlaced as they slept. Sam thought about what it would be like to be touched, and while it made him ache, it comforted him enough to let him fall

I wake up to hammering going on in different parts of the house. Slowly opening my eyes I turn my head to the window to see if the sun is up at least. My curtains are closed shut complately letting in no form of light.

It sent chills down her spine, she turned to look at him only for her scenery to change again. She was now in bed looking down she saw her bare skin in the sheets. She smiled and awaited for the lust filled moments ahead of

room, but I could hardly feel his hand at all. It was just like the wind, blowing against me.

That night Jerome put me through my paces, and my body didn’t seem to remember that I had worked out only a few hours before. When I did something particularly strenuous, he gave me a quick hug and, like Donovan, that little peck on the neck—not a kiss, exactly, but more than a nuzzle. As if he were looking for something.

There’s something soft in the way Erik sleeps. It isn’t in his posture, coiled up so tightly it’s as if he’s afraid that should he let his limbs loose, the entire word would start to crumble. It’s certainly not that he’s quiet, low phrases in German slipping from his lips throughout the night, with the occasional snore even if he’d never admit it. No, the softness is in his face. The curve of his lips, the smooth line between his brows that usually holds a furrow. It’s gentle and serene, free of all the worry and scowling that he tends to do when he’s awake, wearing it like an armor without even realizing it’s there. Only a few people really see passed it. Those close to him, and some who aren’t, but happen to have the ability to read one’s

shivered at the rhythm in his voice, it was both sickening and gravely. Effar was

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.