Comfort Thinking Of You Hug Novels & Stories

"Like I went out to get us coffee or something, and now I'm back home. I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." "Damn," I breathe out with a chuckle, "that must've been one hell of a far coffee shop then." Chuckling back, he gives me one of those extra-tight hugs, the kind that conveys thoughts with just enough strength and involves both arms. It's the type of hug that would make me bury my face in his chest if I weren't so captivated by those chocolate brown eyes. This hug not only makes me feel safe and secure but also warm and fuzzy both inside and out. It makes me feel wanted and needed, easily worth more than a thousand words.

"Should I hug you?" She turned away with a frown. "What for?" After saying that, then she realized something. His hug to comfort her. What else? But before she could say more, Dave took her body in his arms. It was really warm, and she loved the smell. He was like a forest, loosening her tension and bringing calm. "I love your smell," she said honestly while hiding her face deeper in his shoulder. "Then smell me all you want. I won't run away."

I came closer to him and hugged him, as if he stiffened because of what I did. Even if there are many people here at the mall, I don't care, I just want to hug you now because... it makes me feel better. it's like someone is comforting me and someone is with me whenever my problems are hard. "It's been a few days since I was really not funny and smiling, thank you for even making me laugh for a while." "You know I don't want you to be sad especially when you're with me." he said and messed up my hair.

I said in a whisper. I face him and hug him tightly while I rest my head on his chest. He kiss the top of my head and stroke my hair. We stayed like that and I didn’t know that’s what all I need… talking about the what ifs and the likes made me sad and scared and his hug… his comfort is all I need. “I’m nervous.” I bit my lips and hold his hand tight. “Don’t be, I’ll be there the entire time. Plus, this is my only wish from you. Think of this as your gift for me. Please?” How can I say no when he’s using his charms for me to say yes.

His deep voice echoes in my hair, signalling he’s burying his nose in it as he always does when we hug. "Mhmm." "Then fucking falls in what category?" Okay, didn't see that coming. "Why are you hugging me? Let's go in,” I wiggle trying to get out of his embrace since it’s getting awkward, we’re diving into that somewhat-dangerous topic. But he's not having it as he tightens his arms around me. I groan, "Toff, people are gonna see." "So? It's not like we've never hugged. Or anyone in your family haven't seen us hug. Even if they don't, you're my best friend. Best friends hug. I'm sure they'll understand. And you're so small I feel like-"

I huffed out as I tighten the hug. I closed my eyes as I felt August slowly snaking both of his arms around me, eventually hugging me back. I could still feel the heat from the alcohol but it wasn’t enough to numb this true feeling that I’m feeling right now. I could feel the intense comfort that August’s giving off from this simple hug. No one has ever hugged me like this before and I felt rather safe. I felt like all of my disappointment from the fast few days had been melted to nothingness. It may be too soon to say this but the hug made me feel loved. The hug made feel seen and heard. The hug made me feel like I’m actually existing in this world.

I didn’t want him to know I had been crying. “That day you talked about putting what I felt into hugs, did you mean just once, twice or every single time?” I asked him. He had an adorable expression on his face. “Every single time, mate. Do it every single time because I’m entitled to comforting you,” he breathed out. My feet jerked up that minute. I wrapped my hands around Killian, engulfing him in a tight hug. My nose took in his scent which calmed me down that instant. In a way, this was my hobby. Because I liked hugs sincerely. But a hug from him made me feel whole and complete.

Amelia whispered, before she hugged me tighter, as if not wanting to let go of the comfort this hug is giving the both of us. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going wild because of this. And I prayed and hoped that they would chill, because I could actually feel my cheeks burning up. I never knew a hug can make me feel all these types of emotion I never knew I could feel. And as if destiny was on our side, The Carpenter’s song “Close To You” started playing, it was my ringtone, and I didn’t even bother answering the call because I was busy doing hot girl shit, like hugging Miss President tightly.

Hugs me. "Thanks."

We stopped just outside the shop to say goodbye, but I hesitated. I didn’t know what came over me, but before I could second-guess myself, I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I hugged him tightly, pressing my cheek against his chest. He stiffened for a moment, clearly caught off guard, but then his arms came around me, holding me just as tightly. His scent was earthy and comforting, like fresh flowers and a hint of cinnamon. I closed my eyes and let myself melt into the embrace, my worries momentarily fading away. I hadn’t realized how much I needed a simple hug until that moment.