Comfort Thinking Of You Hug Novels & Stories

She was genuinely worried about him. "Because someone was making me worry about her in more ways than one. How did you expect me to eat when you were barely talking to me. I hated it." He tilted his head to the side with a grin on his face. "Come here." He opened his arms wide and as if being controlled by a gaming pad, she placed the food on the bed and walked right into them., There was something incredibly soothing and comforting when he hugs her. He can't tell if it's the lavender fragrance or the fact that she had always carried this aura of positivity around her. Either ways, he found it comforting. It always seemed to calm his nerves.

If he’s going to hold her like this until those guys fix the elevator, then, he will. Normally, he never actually finds the will to hug someone, much less a girl. There’s no malice or anything in his actions, only, this is the first time that he felt… comfortable, in hugging a girl this close. Normally, he forces a smile just so they won’t think he’s mean, he doesn’t want to be rude. He voluntarily held her in his arms, but how? How come, that he feels comfortable in having her in his arms? How come he’s okay with this? Isn’t he just comforting her for a second? But why does he feel… content?

“Okay, they don’t grimace. I take that back. They just kiss me on the head and hug me all the time.” “So you’re saying you don’t really know what they are thinking, but you think they are unhappy when they see you? And you are getting sick of being hugged all the time?” “Well, not the hugging part. I love that, but yes, that’s how I feel.” “Why?”

He moves to hug me and I don't stiffen up but melt into his embrace. "feels nice",I'm shocked I like hugs. "it does I'm not use to hugs either",I look at him eyes showing my confusion but he waves it off. "can I touch you?",he pulls back and opens his arms. "go ahead",I reach out and touch his warm skin and move my hands to his neck. Leaning closer I feel the heat from his body and it is comforting. I move closer and he stays still for me. I touch his chest and he watches 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.

Hollis nodded, pulling me close in a warm embrace as I finally let myself cry in his arms. I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming my own. “I’m here for you,” he whispered softly, as his warm embrace enveloped me in a sense of safety and security. I closed my eyes, letting myself be comforted by his presence and the reassurance of his words. The fragrance of his cologne wrapped around me like a familiar blanket that I don’t want to ever let go of.

A few words came out of my mouth; they were profound words, full of meaning in my heart, that expressed how I genuinely feel about happiness with sad and miserable people. "You can still feel happiness if you prefer not to worry about what other people think of you." "Why are you being so nice to me?" He caressed my waist and sighed, "That's why you're not happy; you tend to doubt my own kindness towards you, so why don't you embrace it and stop doubting me?" I sobbed quietly as I buried my face in his chest and whispered under my breath. "If only it were that simple..." He embraced me tightly and it makes me feel better, they are right that a hug can make a sad person feel better.

He came up to me quickly, and before I could say anything, he was crouching down to my level, engulfing me in his warmth. He hugged me passionately, and all I could do at the moment was to hug him back. I need to feel him. I needed this comforting gesture from him to let me know that I was saved already. I tightened my clutch on him as though my life depended on it. I embraced him back with much intensity, fearful that if I let go, he'd leave me now that he saw that I was okay and then go back to his girlfriend. "Hon, how are you doing?" He begged while continuing to caress my head. "You're scaring me, Ari. Answer me, please."

A reciprocal smile graced my lips, a mirror of the emotions that had passed between us. With an unspoken understanding, we drew closer, our embrace a testament to the connection we shared. The hug enveloped us in a cocoon of comfort, a sanctuary where words became secondary to the raw emotions that pulsed between us. My hands found their way to her back, mirroring the gesture she offered, a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

And you don't go around telling your griefs to a stranger. "Uh, well, isn't your concert more important?" I asked, still not looking at him. I felt him move. He was really leaving. "I heard, when you're sad...you just need a hug." He said. "And you're sad." I would've stopped him but he was already reaching out to me. He pulled me in a hug. "I cannot believe you just said those words." I whispered. Maybe he smiled but I couldn't see. I felt his arm around me. The reality of actually making a friend felt really good. It just made me more teary.