Comfort Thinking Of You Hug Novels & Stories

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.

All the anger left from me. I close my eyes and smile. This is not our very first hug, but this time, it feels different. That day when he gave me a hug, all I feel is some embrace filled with sorrow begging for sympathy. Today, this hug feels comfortable and warm. It touches my heart and soul. I hug him back. He stiffened a bit but adjusted fast. “Are you okay now?” He asks so I open my eyes and pull myself off. “Sorry.” I say which only makes him raise his eyebrows at me.

Hearing that Xavier was at home made Keysha feel relieved. The sound of a glass being placed on the table was right in front of Xavier. The smell of green tea immediately wafted into the air, making Xavier glance at the glass. but, after knowing who brought it, Xavier seemed reluctant, even though he only touched his cup. "Why? You really hate me, you don't even like green tea anymore? whereas, you used ;o say, you like the smell of green tea. especially when you're angry, it can calm your mind, don't you like it anymore?" Keysha asked while raising an eyebrow, one hand raised to bring her cup closer, took a sip, and enjoyed the soothing aroma of green tea.

He tried to come closer to me. "Stay away!... Don't come closer. Don't make me hate you." and started to walk away. He grabbed my hand, "Don't hate me!" When I looked at him. His eyes looked watering. My heart begins to throb faster. My eyes welled up with tears after seeing his teary eyes. I stood still while he was holding my hand. He came closer and hugged me. I felt his heart beating faster like mine and his hot breath in my ears. I didn't want to let go of that hug. He hugged me back by pressing his body towards me more. His warmth towards me was unbelievably comforting. I'm becoming more and more addicted to his scent.

I chuckled. Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hugged my body tightly. His body towering mine, then he enveloped me completely in the warmth of his embrace. My eyes blink, but I kept my arms wrapped tightly around his back. “What's wrong?” I asked in a whisper in his ear. Because now I knew he would hug me in a tight embrace if he was facing something in his day. Whether it was good news or bad news, he would seek comfort from the warm embrace we created. Hugs trigger happiness hormones, he used to say.

In that poignant moment, I longed to offer comfort, to reach out and envelop him in a reassuring hug. As Logan stood before me, the unspoken sadness lingering in his eyes, I couldn't resist breaking the somber atmosphere with a touch of lightheartedness. With a gentle smile, I teasingly opened my arms wide, inviting him into an embrace. "Not going to hug me, Logan?" I playfully remarked, attempting to infuse a moment of warmth and familiarity into our farewell. The gesture was both a playful challenge and a sincere offer of solace, a way to break through the emotional barriers that surrounded us

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.

Even if he's just one of them, he is the one who makes me feel most comfortable. "Can I hug you?" He asked me. I nodded, "That's what I need right now to stop myself from shivering. I don't understand why I haven't stopped shivering since. I wonder what it would be like if I can see them." He pulled me into his arms. That sweet scent made me feel safe. I clutched into his arms tighter. "Think of anything that makes you happy. Try to drown in it. Has anything made you happy in the past few months?"

He didn't deserve any of it. Ignoring the awkwardness of the situation, I scooted closer and wrapped him in a hug. It wasn't a romantic gesture, but a simple act of comfort, a way to show him he wasn't alone. He stiffened for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then slowly melted into my embrace.

You don't care about anything, but my safety. "There were loud thuds," I sobbed. My hug tightened in your waist as I buried my face deeper at the crook of your neck. You, on the other hand, hummed as if assuring me that it's okay when I am not even certain with what you are really referring to, as you keep rubbing my back gently. A comforting touch I really need right now. A comforting touch that I currently rely on to ease the horror I just saw.