Come Hug Me Novels & Stories

She looks into my eyes and the expression on her face is also frustrating. "Why did you hug me? You said you have your wife and she'll get mad if she sees you hugging a different woman, not her," I said and watched her answer. "It's International Hug Day." What is it? I couldn't stop leaving and they left me alone. I remembered my call to Nick, but the call was dead and he had a text. From: Baby My boss is here. Back to work. See you soon, baby:) I love you. I smiled again at what Nick said.

Then I chuckled and held her hands. " Your hands are cold. Let me warm them for you." I said and started caressing it. She didn't say anything, just kept me staring at me. I kissed each finger slowly, then my hands went to her hair and I let myself feel it again. Pulling her into a hug, I kissed her hair and cheeks, forcing the tears not to come. " I... I have to go now." Vera whispered to me.

It is a symphony of shared emotions, an unspoken language that bridged the chasm between us and offered solace in the face of despair. He holds me for as long as I needed him to, not letting go until I had my fill. I felt a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, spreading like wild fire, from where our bodies touch, radiating through every inch of my being, igniting the ember of hope that was so close to be extinguished. I realize that this hug was not merely an act of comfort, but an unspoken affirmation of his unwavering support and affection.

Chorus: You're smile flash on my mind A kiss from you makes me shiver A hug that always says that I am the one you want to Protect for the rest of your life. Yuan hugged me tightly. I really feel it.. Every time he hugs me it's like I'll never disappear. I will never be hurt by others. Or I won't be included. He closes his eyes and the others also close their eyes. Nice to hear.. Nice to listen to Raphael's handsome voice. Add the hug of the man I love now.

she said, staring at him. “Hmm.” He just hummed in return. “Wake up.” She repeated, whining like a child. But suddenly he hugged her tightly, caught her off guard. “W-W-What are you doing?!” She froze in his hug. “Five minutes,” he replied with closed eyes. “Let me go! You stink!” she said, closing her nose. She tried hard to escape from the hug but he locked her with his legs. “Let me tell you one fact. Hugging is very good for our health. So, we must hug at least one minute per day. This is a command,” he stated with closed eyes.

I immediately ran to him and hugged him tightly. My tears flowed from the familiar comfort of his hug. A hug that I needed for many years but couldn't get because of my goddamn trauma. Even though dad and I meet and talk, we don't hug because I'm still scared. He only visits once in a while because he is busy with the company. I felt his hand caressing my hair. "How are you, sweetie?" he asked me softly. My tears fell even more at his question. "I miss you, dad..."

I promise to be careful and keep in touch. He pulled me into a hug.

"Sweetheart, you can’t make unilateral rules. This is a marriage, not a UN meeting." I sighed, trying not to laugh, though I really wanted to. Hugo rolled closer, his face now just inches away from mine. "I only ask for one thing," he whispered, his gaze anything but neutral. I straightened up. "If you say 'one kiss' or 'one hug', I’ll throw a hanger at you." He chuckled, raising both hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I just want one corner of the blanket. The right one, for my left hand."

"Ishtar, do something! Please! Is this the weirdo you fucking live with!?" I was rooted in my spot. What did she want me to do? I'd never had to pull him off anyone. No, I had never seen him willing to hug anyone that wasn't me. Just me, up until this confusing moment. The hug wasn't a long one, but it held so much meaning.

“You're scared aren’t you?” he sends you a slightly annoyed look. “Yeah...” “So come here, I'll hold you.” I could decline, but he is offering and I really, really need a hug. So I give in, scooting closer and resting my head on top of his arm. I stare up at him, he has his eyes closed. Am I allowed to go further? To throw my arm around him and snuggle closer? Or would that be weird? Lighting. Thunder. “Oh god”, I squeal, practically squeezing myself against Elijah, arm clutching his body and face hidden in the crook of his neck. Fuck weird, I need a hug.