Hug You Novels & Stories

More tears clouded my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. "You don't like me anymore?" I asked again. "Can I give you a goodbye hug?" He asked instead. What? I don't believe he is already over me. "No, I don't wanna give you a goodbye hug but I wanna hug you right now" I told him. "What?" I've been craving for that passionate touch from him. I've always wanted to hug him so tight, hear his heartbeat on mine, perceive his nice smell. Be that way with him for long, yes! I have craved for a cuddle or snuggle from him.

I lеt out аn іnvоluntаrу mоаn, аnd with thаt, hе рullѕ me into his сhеѕt. I close mу еуеѕ аnd brеаthе hіm in. It’s just a hug, but the heat in mу stomach makes me drірріng wеt with nееd. I can’t let thіѕ fееlіng change mу mіnd, but ѕurеlу there’s nothing wrong wіth a hug. I ѕеttlе іntо hіѕ arms, turnіng mу сhееk ѕо іt lays flat оn hіѕ chest. I fееl hіѕ breath оn thе tор оf my hеаd аnd he nestles mе under hіѕ chin.

I look at both of them and smile as they kiss and rest their heads on my chest. "I love you..." "I love you too..." Hugh said wrapping his hand to my naked abs.

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— H O O R — . . . “Hoor!” Parul squeals, pulling me in a hug. I melt in that embrace, my eyes falling shut as I enjoy the sweet moment passing. I wrap my arms around her form, almost getting tears at the sight of hers. Oh, what a sentimental heart I have. “I’m so happy to see you, Hoor. You have an idea, girl!” She whispers into my ear, pulling away and kissing my cheeks one by one.

"Am I allowed to get a hug at least?" "Yes." He walks up to me slowly and pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. He surrounds me in a warm embrace, and I can feel the world around me melt away as he squeezed me tight, neither of us wanting the moment to end. I feel him nestle his face into my neck, smelling the sweet honey shampoo on my hair. For the last time, I take in the smell of his spicy cologne, wishing I could taste the whiskey on his lips. He pulls me even tighter, placing a single kiss on my temple.

She really didn’t want me to go, huh? I got up and opened my hands wide. She let out a small chuckle and ran into my arms. It was a technique I learnt from her years ago. She told me that hugs that involve someone running to the other are always the warmest. She claims that that is why they did that in movies almost all the time. Indeed, it was a warm embrace. One of mutual understanding. "I love you mom. University won't stop me from seeing you. I'll always be here for you. You are my number one girl. Never forget that, okay?"

I started to laugh too but soon Hannah joined us in the living room with a pout on her face. "There is no toy, dad, and leave Becca alone," she had her tiny hands on her hip and tried to scare me away but u just chuckled, swooping her in my arms. "I wasn't hurting Becca, baby. I was uhh... giving her a romantic hug," I prayed she would let it go at that and turned around to find Rebecca, trying so hard not to smile. "What is a romantic hug?" Oh, boy. Here we go! "It is shared between two adults who like each other but you should be old enough to give a romantic hug," I explained and she nodded, with a thoughtful look on her face.

"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?"

"Sweetheart, you can’t make unilateral rules. This is a marriage, not a UN meeting." I sighed, trying not to laugh, though I really wanted to. Hugo rolled closer, his face now just inches away from mine. "I only ask for one thing," he whispered, his gaze anything but neutral. I straightened up. "If you say 'one kiss' or 'one hug', I’ll throw a hanger at you." He chuckled, raising both hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I just want one corner of the blanket. The right one, for my left hand."