I Want To Hold You In My Arms の小説・ストーリー

I want him to leave, never to see me like this, but at the same time I need to see him. I rush to the door yanking it open without hesitation, all self-composure gone and replaced with only the need to have him with me. Faced with the only person in the world I want to see right now. He says nothing, just stands there as my strong safe haven then steps in and wraps his arms around me tightly in the doorway. I fall to pieces with a tidal wave of pent-up tears breaking free and don’t hold back. He holds me, patiently waiting, staying silent, just being my rock, holding me up, arms cradling me and fingers in my hair keeping me held steady.

Like something I’d miss if she ever walked away for good. My cock was still interested. Of course it was. But I ignored it. She said hold me. Not fuck me. So I held her. And for the first time in weeks, months? It felt quiet. Still. She softened in my arms like she’d been waiting for this longer than she wanted to admit. Her body curved into mine. Her hands found my forearm and held it, lightly. Like she needed the anchor. Like maybe I was one. I closed my eyes. I told myself it was just for the night.

His breathing came in heavy, ragged waves that gradually slowed. My arms came up and held him there without deciding to. This is the man I came here to use. And I’m holding him like I mean it. Or maybe, I am sincere.

I feel myself breaking, let go as he wraps his arms around me pulling me into him. I wrap my arms around him holding on tight. Holding on to somebody who actually cares about me. Something I always dreamed of, but never thought would actually happen. I cry my heart out in his arms.

“I need to feel you. To know you are okay.” “I’m okay.” I circled my arms around the back of his neck. “I’m here.” “I need to be sure. I need to hold you. Feel you.” My heart swelled in my chest. “Whatever you need.”

Élianor She takes me in her arms, she takes me the way you take your daughter, the way you take your child, the way you take your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. Her arms are warm, her arms are soft, her arms are those of a mother, the ones I have always searched for, always wanted, always hoped for, always believed in, always loved, without knowing them, without ever having touched them, without ever having felt them, without ever having loved them,

I giggle whilst trying to extract myself from the prison of his arms. “For being mine, just let me hold you for a moment,” he says quietly. I fight off the urge to protest at his words and I relax into his hold. I know he doesn't mean them as possessively as they sound, and I don't want to ruin this moment for him.

ʜᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ

"I love you." As I nudged myself into his awaiting arms, a rush of emotions cascaded over me, threatening to consume my very being. His embrace enveloped me, providing a sense of solace and security that I had long yearned for. At that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotions, allowing myself to be vulnerable and open to the possibilities that lay ahead. His arms held me in a tight embrace, a possessive hold that spoke volumes, reassuring me of his unwavering commitment and desire. It was a grip that conveyed a profound longing, a yearning for connection and redemption. In that embrace, I felt a surge of hope and determination, a flicker of light amidst the darkness that ha

I trailed off my sentence and then grabbed the guitar from him and carefully put it down. When I stood upright and spread my arms, he raised his brows. I knew he was wondering what I was trying to do. "You sang, 'Hold me a little closer,' and that's exactly what I want to do right now," I said seriously. A sad expression filled his face, but he quickly moved and wrapped his arms around me as I hugged him back. I just wanted to hold him always and assure him that I would never leave him again. "You are stuck with me forever. Do you know that? Because there is no way I'm ever going to leave you," I said in a low tone.