And Hold Me In Your Arms นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Regina, I can’t go back there… But I can’t be here.” She wanted to understand but felt as if she was navigating in the dark. So, Regina did the only thing she knew how. Reaching up, she placed her hands on each side of his waist, where his upraised arms left him vulnerable to her invasion. Her fingers traced the steeliness of his body under the thin cotton as she ran her hands over his ribs, then around to the bowstring muscles of his back. ‘Let me hold you, Damien… Don’t push me away…’

I cry out in choked sobbed whisper. I smell the vanilla and lavender before her arms wrap around me. Her body was trembling in anger, but slowly calmed down. I let out a calming breath and nuzzle my face in her chest. "I'm sorry," she says in a soothing whisper. "I don't want him near any of you." "Shhh, just hold me," I choke quietly and move her hands to either side of my stomach. "I just need you to hold me, please. I know your intentions, just hold me, hold them."

I walked out, Sean stood at the kitchen cooking, I walked over to him, my arms wrapping around him, his arms, wrapping around me and as he did I began to cry. He lifted me up, carrying me out the kitchen back to the office, sitting on the chair, me straddling him, as I cried into his shoulder, his hand stroking my head. I finally stopped crying, my head lifting from his shoulder. "I can't not have you; no matter what, the thought of you never wrapping your arms around me scares me. I can't say things will be the same, but I don't want to hide from your touch." His hand cupped my chin, looking me in the eyes; his mouth kissed mine, gently, lovingly, his arms wrapping tighter, pulling me close

She was not quite singing—more like mouthing an old promise she was in no hurry to keep. The pressure behind her eyes was there. Faint. A thumbprint rather than a hand. It did not push. It did not expand. It simply existed, a reminder without urgency. She breathed through it, slow and measured, counting nothing. She let the final hymn move past her like air through an open window. She did not hold onto the melody. She let it go. Somewhere, someone coughed with theatrical drama. A parent hissed a warning in a language Celeste didn’t know. The intent was universal: hush, now. Let the ending do its work.

As those words came out from his mouth, my heart melted, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. “Are you hungry?” I asked. He nodded against my shoulder, and I smiled softly before taking him inside.

FAITH Warm, strong, steady arms wrapping around me, pulling me close, holding me tight. Blaze’s chest was solid, his heart beating steady and strong against mine. I sank into him, my body going limp, my hands clutching at his shirt, my face buried in his shoulder as the sobs wracked through me, violent and raw. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to stop me. Didn’t tell me to calm down or pull myself together. He just held me. His arms firm, his body warm, his presence grounding me, anchoring me, holding me together when I felt like I was falling apart.

I held her close, my arms wrapped firmly around her waist, inhaling the soft, familiar scent of her skin. She felt right in my arms, like she belonged there, and the thought of anyone else holding her made my chest tighten with possessiveness. "Call me anytime," I whispered into her ear, my voice thick with desire and need.

‎And I’m holding onto it with hopeful hands. ‎

I feel myself breaking, let go as he wraps his arms around me pulling me into him. I wrap my arms around him holding on tight. Holding on to somebody who actually cares about me. Something I always dreamed of, but never thought would actually happen. I cry my heart out in his arms.