Come Hug Me Novels & Stories

’’ She whispered softly, I stretched my arms and pulled her into a hug and buried my face in her shoulder. ‘‘Val, princess, cry, if you want to. Just let it go.’’ She caressed my head gently but I shook my head. She hugged me tightly, giving me time to adjust myself. I feel good when I hug my family and friends, but right now it's not working. Not like Aaron's hug. His hug was enough to make me forget about the whole world. I pulled away from her and stood up. I walked towards her car and she followed me. ‘‘Can you drop me to Sinclair's company?’’ I asked.

Suzanne stood up and gently took the piggy bank from Tom’s hands. “Let’s go little one,” she stepped out of the room and the little girl followed behind with a skip, happy to be able to gift her mother a present. The woman was sober by now and was puffing yet another cigarette while she popped open a can of beer. “Found what you were looking for?” she asked before taking a big gulp of the Heineken. The little girl walked up to her mother and tried to hug her. But something about her touch made the woman drop her beer. She jerked up from her seat, surprising herself.

I lеt out аn іnvоluntаrу mоаn, аnd with thаt, hе рullѕ me into his сhеѕt. I close mу еуеѕ аnd brеаthе hіm in. It’s just a hug, but the heat in mу stomach makes me drірріng wеt with nееd. I can’t let thіѕ fееlіng change mу mіnd, but ѕurеlу there’s nothing wrong wіth a hug.

Man, I'm on a roll with these short people jokes today. The receiver of the jokes isn't quite as excited though. "Since you want to short-shame me, hug time is over for you." She attempts to pull away but I bring her back in. "Hey, I'm still sad. I need a little more." "Five seconds more and that's it." Her tone is firm, yet playful. But I can't think straight when her chest is pressed this tight against mine. I really want to kiss her. A warm hug will have to do... for now.

"No, no. You can't do this to me, I know you love me. You're just like this because of that girl! You can't do this to me, you can't. I've been with you, we're together for years." I'm afraid to hug Hace, it's like Hillary is not herself.

" then today you got the chance of exploring this place. " " I don't....." he didn't allow me to complete what I wanted to tell. He pulled me towards him. I accidentally knocked on his chest with my forehead. I felt pain in my forehead and started to rub my forehead with my palm. I was about to move away from him. but he hugged me tightly I felt suffocating. I pushed and hit him. he said " if you want to hug me. don't feel shy. ok baby? " " who is your baby? stop hugging me you, dumb. I don't want your hug. "

I pat the spot beside me. He shakes his head stubbornly. "No." "Come here so I'll feel better. It doesn't feel right seeing you like this…I need comfort." He closes his eyes tightly. "Hiraya—" "Do I have to beg?" I ask. His response is immediate. "No!" "I need a hug… and maybe, just maybe…you need it too." I open my arms wide, looking at him expectantly. He hesitates only for a few seconds before I find myself in a hug so fierce it makes me smile. I was right. Actually, judging from how he is almost crushing me, holding on tight like a drowning man on a lifesaver, I think he needs it more than I do.

The feeling of hugging someone, or being with someone you know really cares about you. Adam hugged me like he had been wanting to for years, but had had not been able to. Adam hugged me like I was the only form of intimacy he was really craving. It felt surreal and I felt happy. And sincerely joyous. I was cross legged on the bed, which gave him easy accesss to hold my waist the more. I shook my head at him when he started to move his hands down. He was always doing that. Very man ish.

" Cynthia’s voice was shaky, emotional. She stretched her arms toward me, silently asking for a hug. I didn’t hesitate. I rushed into her embrace, pulling her close as she snuggled into my chest. I could feel her warmth, her love, her heartbeat against mine. "Awww! I’m joining this hug!" Charity declared and jumped in, squeezing between us. "I feel like crying! I need to be loved too, Joor! What kind of intimidation is this?" Chinwe whined as she threw herself into the hug as well. The four of us stood there, locked in an unbreakable embrace, until—

She opens her arms wide. I freeze. “What.” I say, unable to process her words. “I need a hug.” She repeats. “Should I call my mother?” She laughs at my response, “No. I want you to hug me.” “I’m just kidding. Sure. Come here.” I reach my hands for her. We both move closer to each other. She wraps her arms around my waist. Tightly. I can feel her, tightly, holding on to me. I am not sure what is this for but she must be needing this so bad right now.