Come Hug Me Novels & Stories

“You hereby have permission to hug, as much as you want to” I slip into his warm arms, enjoying the feeling of him way too much, but keeping it to myself for now.

He opens his arms, "Come here and let's cuddle." I crawled my way closer to Hugo and snuggled myself against his chest. His shirt smelled good and his cologne smelled good too. I placed my hand over his chest while I draw little scribbles using my finger against his shirt. He pulled me in closer to him while he covered us with the thick comforter. We held around arms around each other as I feel his hand rubbing my waist. "Hugo?" I pulled my head up to him and he was opening his eyes again.

This is my place; this is my heart. “What are you doing?” He breathes into the top of my hair, his arms still by his side and I only squeeze him more, closing my eyes tighter as I breathe him in and try to get lost in how he feels. I have missed him so much. I can’t remember the last time we held each other this way and it’s what I need. “I’m giving you a hug, because I think you need one.” I sigh against his chest. Savoring the strong solid mass of my boy and how much his touch can change everything. I need him more than I think he knows, and I hope he still needs me too.

Abby comments thoughtlessly before she realizes how insensitive that might be to say to the man who just professed his long standing love for her. Yet he just laughs it off. Pushing off of the concrete to stand up, he offers her a hand which she takes. He pulls her into a hug and she wraps her arms around him, savoring the old familiar feeling of being in his arms. She doesn't know when, if ever, she will see him again. When he pulls back she reaches up, kissing him quickly and lightly on his lips for old time sake, before she moves away.

"Hugh, I... I...that's..." Hugh’s hand tightens around mine, his warm palm brushing against my knuckles in a gesture that’s both intimate yet scary. "I understand if you're hesitant. Believe me, I am too. But I can't ignore this connection between us. I want to explore it, to see where it leads."

Hugging involved some sort of connection to me, you know when you hug someone, both hearts join and I didn't wanna get connected to her anymore because she smashed the connection right in my face. She took hurried steps towards me and bent down to hug me, "Mmua" She kissed my forehead. " Bye bye hunny, take good care of yourself!" She said to me while hurrying off. "You too," I muttered incoherently, my voice could be barely heard by even myself.

The sensation of his touch after days of absence felt like a familiar melody playing in the background of my life. His embrace spoke volumes, conveying a longing that matched mine. In that moment, words seemed insufficient, and actions became the language of our unspoken connection. I hugged him back, feeling the strength in his arms and the sincerity in his embrace. It was a hug that held the weight of missed moments and unspoken conversations.

Too bad, I was more of an apology than permission kind of guy . "No, I don't need a hug" she told me firmly. "The hug is for me. can we just hold on to each other for 60 seconds…a few seconds where nothing else but us … the two most important people in the whole wide world " I told her in a soft voice. "Sixty one second" she whispered to me "What?" I was confused. "Hold on to me for sixty one second…we are taking back the extra second this crappy world took from us" she murmured as her arms went around me.

There was even a Hollywood Glam Photo Booth Background were few kids were having fun posing like stars. "Can I hug you" I finally said jumping at Alexia without waiting for her answer, she giggled glad that I liked everything. I hugged Luc next thanking him too. I tried to act as natural as possible while looking at Alex, my body was still working against me every time he was close by. Alex bent down picking me in a bear hug sending all my senses in highwire. This is where I belonged, in his arms wrapped in his scent and warmth.

I can't ask him to tell me in detail what happened when I know I can't do the same. "I have no idea what happened, but I am sure I can offer some form of comfort," I say, stretching my arms to him. He raises his eyebrow in confusion. "Don't you want a hug?" He shakes his head slowly and I am tempted to drop my hand but I could kill two birds with one stone here; the paparazzi would get a canddi shot and he would be comforted as well. "I hear that hugs do something marvellous to the brain," I say, and this time he leans in. The hug feels strange, almost foreign... but after a few seconds, it settles into something natural; we hold each other for a few seconds and then pull apart.