Novel & Cerita Comfort Thinking Of You Hug

He asks and I huff out a little laugh. The man doesn't recognize a hug? "Hugs release good endorphins. They make you feel good. Lessen anxiety." I explain. He grunts a little, but wraps his arms around me and I hold him tighter. We stand like that for a few minutes until he lets me go. "Thanks." He says, his cheeks a precious pink. "That actually helped." He says and I beam at him. "Good. Now show me the goods." I say.

"How do you like to be comforted when you're sad or how do you like to be comforted when you're sad or upset?" I will ask. "Hug," "It makes you feel like you're not alone. When someone hugs you when you're sad or upset it feels like they love you, care for you and understands you." I thought he wouldn't answer me because maybe he and I weren't friends, I thought it was as if he had no mouth and wouldn't answer like before. I moved to get closer to him. "I'm sorry, Xander." I promised then to hug him. "Sorry for what?"

“Sorry for waking you up repeatedly.” He breathes out a laugh, looking at me with half-closed eyes. “Don’t worry. You didn’t bother me. It’s important that you don’t feel alone now.” “Aw, you are so cute,” I say quietly as I lean my forehead against his chest. “Thank you.” Wrapping his arms around me, he breathes in my scent as he hugs me close. “Don’t even mention it.” I snuggle into him even more, and he sighs happily while we grow silent and for a second I’m convinced that he fell asleep.

Giving into the fearful feeling within me,as I just wanted to get away from the little panic attack I was getting at the moment,I quickly pulled Xander into an hug without thinking before I let my reasoning get the better part of me. I felt his body tense against me, but soon relaxed after being in his embrace for sometime, caring less of what would happen and how embarrassed I would feel when I came back to my senses, I hugged him tighter while sobbing intensely. "It's fine Aneesa" I heard him say from a distance while patting me gently across the shoulder. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

But to my surprise, he frowned. "Where's mine? " He asked, looking dead in the eye. "I thought you wouldn't like it. " I said honestly, which deepened his frown. "I don't like being touched, but you're an exception. Come here.. " He said so coldly, as if he was AI. . I slowly went to him and hugged him.. I honestly thought he would feel cold but I melted instantly as he felt so warm and cozy... He smelled like freshly washed and pressed clothes which is so good and comfy..

The first one was when he cried because he couldn't understand why his parents would not like me. It was after we had our dinner and after he defended me from his parents. He brought me home and before he went away, we spent our time together in our backyard. I was surprised when tears started coming out of his eyes and I don’t know how I could calm him down. That’s when I found out that hugs are better than soothing words. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so, sorry." He continued saying the word sorry that I’m starting to get worried.

her face pales when she looks at the headstone behind his shoulder. Mahone steps closer to her, "Samlin." She looks at him, "What?" "Can I give you a hug?" She strangely tilts her head to him, frowning a little at his sudden question. "Why?" "Well_" he rubs the back of his head awkwardly, twitching his lips. "They say__ it can comfort someone in a loss, when you hug them passionately." She continues to frown, then suddenly smiles. "Fine. Give me a hug."

I replied, my heart swelling with admiration for his understanding and acceptance of my complex personality. "Can I give you a hug, too?" he asked, his voice soft and tentative "I've missed holding you" Without uttering a word, I leaned in, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming me into his embrace. His hug was different from Diana's—while hers was full of maternal warmth and comfort, his was a blend of friendship, companionship, and a hint of something more. It was a hug that stirred a different set of emotions within me, ones that I was not yet ready to openly admit to him. But for that moment, I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, to draw strength from his presence, and to acknowledg

He looks so handsome, how could somebody be this perfect? “Hey!” I say excitedly as I give him a hug. One thing I noticed about him is that he is quite a hugger. His hugs are awesome; they are warm and he has the ability to make you feel safe once he wraps his arms around you. I would never admit out loud that every time I see him, I get excited to receive one of his hugs. Is it weird that my mood gets a lot better the moment I see him? Why would that happen?

My body forgot how to respond to comfort. Then I relaxed. He held me like that. No rush or pressure. “I don’t hate you,” he said softly. “I don’t like you that much either.” I snorted weakly. “But,” he continued, tightening his hold just a little. “When you said you wanted a hug, something in me reacted before my brain could stop it.” I closed my eyes. “My blood flow increased,” he admitted. “All it wanted was to comfort you.” That did something to me.