He Can Only Hold Her Novels & Stories

So he gave in to the urge to wrap her up, hauling her tight against him as if he could shield her from her demons. "It's okay. I've got you. You don't have to be strong for me." "I'm not―I just...need a minute." Her voice against his chest was muffled and full of strain. "Take as long as you need." He felt it as she let the panic come. Shudders wracked her body, and her breath wheezed. He wanted her to burrow in. To hold onto him as she once had. But she only leaned a little, the dammed up tears never falling. Because even now, with him, she wouldn't let herself break. And maybe that was why, since he was the only person to ever see her do it. The only one who truly knew she wasn't made of t

Blinking vigorously to feel the reality, she didn't fall but the grip on which she landed was a little awkward for her. "Are you a fine, goddess?" his mesmerizing bold voice echoed in her ears causing a disturbance in her whole mind and body, she suddenly jolted up but that grip didn't loosen, he clenched his grip on her waist, and she frightened with that, All the unsatisfied men around them started cursing him for holding her until his murderous glare shut them up, He took her away backstage while Huahua and her mother followed them, "Put me down...!" she yelled at him but that only increased the strength in his clasp,

It had been stuffed full, and it was still stuffed full. She carried it back over to where he stood but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She held it out to him, her hand shaking so badly that he caught her hand in his to stop the trembling. When she tried to pull back, he tightened his grip and held on, fearing that if he let her go he’d never get her back.

She let out a sigh of frustration. Determined not to give up, she shifted her attention to the open book he held tightly. Her fingers wrapped around its edges, attempting to pull it away from his grasp. Yet, to her surprise, he held onto it firmly, as if unwilling to let go. Was he genuinely asleep or merely pretending?

The moment hangs there, fragile and burning. I pull back just enough to breathe but keep her hand in mine, holding it tightly. Because even if I can’t take her tonight… I can’t let her go either. Not anymore.

She really didn't want to be in the same space as him. He already knew it wouldn't be so simple to get her to listen and understand him. Ignoring her cries of protest, he pulled her to sit on his legs and pushed her back onto his chest so that her back was resting against him. He couldn't see her face, and so could she. His hands were wrapped around her stomach, holding her firmly to himself as she struggled to get out of his embrace.

I hold her tighter, They’re not taking her. Not now, Not ever.

She said and she sped off. He did not hold her at first, but when he almost fell, he grabbed onto her waist and held her firmly. *****

“Your hand must be going numb. I’ll hold it.” “I’m fine. I don’t mind.” “I know, but I do.” Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath and bent down again, making sure the cup was aligned correctly. When her left hand curled around her knee, without thinking I grabbed it and linked our fingers together. This time, she didn’t look at me, and she didn’t try to pull away either. We just held on. I wasn’t sure which one of us was holding on tighter, but we stayed like that for the rest of the ten minutes and then finally the cup was full enough to stop.

But as he held her, something inside him whispered. This wasn’t over. Not yet.