Comfort Thinking Of You Hug の小説・ストーリー

His big arms wrap me up, and he smells so damn delicious. "Well, this is a surprise..." Robin murmurs into my hair. "I didn't expect this hug at all." My face is pressed into his pecs that sadly are covered up. I frown at that before lifting my chin to meet his eyes. "Why?" His lips twitch. "I didn't think you liked hugs." I tighten my grip on him, mumbling into his t-shirt. "Maybe I changed my mind?" "Did you?" I take some time to think. My heart is pounding fast—Robin is right. I never liked hugs in the past because they make you vulnerable. You show the other person that you like them, which gives them a way of hurting you.

He challenged. I paused for a moment, digging in my brain for a way to help. "Well, I did say that 'maybe' I could help you, but not entirely directed to your problem. I can uh-- comfort you, hug you, maybe? You know, the usual moral support? It's actually proven effective." "Effective for what? It's useless," he replied, belittling what I could do. "Hey, the studies proved that hugging someone can actually make you feel good, because it releases something in your body. I read it on the internet before. Want to try?" I spread my arms and beamed at him.

Slowly, all of the jittery anxiety and sadness that had been overwhelming me started to fade away. Solomon’s hateful words didn’t seem to matter when Tristan was holding me like this. His hand moved up to rub comforting circles between my shoulder blades. I sighed in contentment. This felt so right. I couldn’t remember the last time I took so much comfort in such a simple gesture. ‘Mate,’ my wolf said insistently. I couldn’t argue with her. That was likely the reason that a hug was enough to have this kind of an impact on me. I could stand with him like this forever.

"Oh, my baby, you are here!" Nick winked at Jenny. “I missed you so much!" Nick hugs Jenny immediately. Her eyes widened while she felt so uncomfortable—Nick hugged her so tight, and she didn’t like his presence. Gathering strength, she pushed him back while breaking the hug. “What are you doing?" She groaned. “I am hugging you because I missed you so much!" He sounded like he was trying to touch her. “Don’t touch me!" She stepped back while taking rapid breaths.

“Anyone calls you fat, even at school, you let me know and I’ll take care of the shitheads for you. I’m dead serious.” “Thanks.” I pressed his hand. “Is it okay if I give you a hug?” He asked. I nodded and climbed out of the car. Seth wrapped his arms around me, and I hugged him back, burying my face in his chest. He smelled intoxicating, and I felt like a pervert when I closed my eyes so that I could ingrain his scent into my memory. There was nothing sexual with the way he was hugging me, it was just comforting knowing he would be there for me.

“You look like someone who hasn’t been outside much. The air might feel too fresh.” The joke was small, light. But it tugged at her lips before she could stop herself. It felt dangerous, that smile. Like a secret blooming in the dark. ⸻ The days that followed gave her brief, stolen moments. A greeting in the hall. A polite bow when he opened the car door. The brush of his fingers against hers when he handed her something she had dropped. None of it was intentional. And yet every glance lingered. Every touch burned. Olivia found herself looking for him without meaning to. Listening for his voice. Waiting for his presence.

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.

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.

So of course, I knew that he would be relatively confused as to what and whom would be telling the truth. But to prove everything sure would be rather tricky. But just knowing and seeing him there with me made me give him a small smile. It only took a few moments of smiling at each other before I got up and leaned over him. I gave him a hug. Giving a friendly hug felt rather harmless. A hug showed compassion and I had love in my eyes, and I knew he needed that right now. He needed to feel the love that we shared. So, when he wrapped his arms around me, I smiled from ear to ear. I hugged him harder and didn’t want to let go.

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.