I Will Hug Him And Squeeze Him Novels & Stories

He was surely going to ruin me for the others. I kissed him back, letting his tongue lead mine in a steady rhythm. My hands instinctively flew to grab the taut muscles of his arms when he deepened the kiss, kissing me like he would never have the chance to do it again because he actually won’t. I dug my nails into his arms. Right now, it was the only thing preventing me from running my hands all over his body as I accepted the brutal force of his kiss. I didn’t want to look desperate as I felt. He was a stranger after all. My heart pounded in my chest and heat rushed through my body as his taste made my insides melt. He tasted like Hennessey and mint and I moaned into his mouth, savouring it

I gave him a cold look. "Are you kidding me?" I shook my head at him. He shrugged and started walking back. One, two, three, four, five, six- "Wait!" I shouted running after him. He turned towards me with a questioning look. "You want something?" He asked innocently. Giving him another glare, I wrapped my arms around him, flushing completely into him. I sighed at the familiar warmth. "You wanted a hug?" He asked in confusion. "You're so warm." I murmured.

" then today you got the chance of exploring this place. " " I don't....." he didn't allow me to complete what I wanted to tell. He pulled me towards him. I accidentally knocked on his chest with my forehead. I felt pain in my forehead and started to rub my forehead with my palm. I was about to move away from him. but he hugged me tightly I felt suffocating. I pushed and hit him. he said " if you want to hug me. don't feel shy. ok baby? " " who is your baby? stop hugging me you, dumb. I don't want your hug. "

" He says quietly, like he's ashamed of himself. The sun hitting the waves in his brown hair bring out his golden strands. But I trust you. I tell myself what my brain won't let me say out loud. Instead, I lean over and give him a hug around his waist. He stiffens at the sudden reaction then melts as he returns my hug. Maybe I can help him learn how to control himself around humans.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. “I’m thinking.” “About?” I hugged him tighter, almost clinging to him. God… I couldn’t even explain it. I didn’t know why I was holding him so desperately, just that I couldn’t let go. “Hey… careful! You’re squeezing me—gonna break me, huh?” he teased, his voice low, playful. “You don’t like it?” I asked, a little irritated. “I like it,” he murmured, pressing himself closer. “But… you know, maybe we should be careful. Something might wake up.”

Unexpectedly overcome with heavy heartbreak or heart happiness, whatever it is that consumes your body painfully while feeling utterly high and yet prone to a sob fest of tears. “Please don’t be lying to make me feel better,” I mumble against his throat as I squeeze him in desperation, but he just hugs me back, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight little cocoon. He manoeuvres us to our side so we can both stretch out and lie down on the bed, and presses me flat against him, from toes to nose.

he boasted, tucking my head beneath his chin so that it was resting on the top of my head. "Oh my gosh, new plan, I'll tell her, so then you really have no choice but to fully submerge yourself in the experience of witnessing her heartbroken face, but you see little bug that's okay, cause I'm here to mend it for you." His second arm wrapped tightly around my midsection as he gave me a gentle squeeze.

I replied, my heart swelling with admiration for his understanding and acceptance of my complex personality. "Can I give you a hug, too?" he asked, his voice soft and tentative "I've missed holding you" Without uttering a word, I leaned in, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming me into his embrace. His hug was different from Diana's—while hers was full of maternal warmth and comfort, his was a blend of friendship, companionship, and a hint of something more. It was a hug that stirred a different set of emotions within me, ones that I was not yet ready to openly admit to him. But for that moment, I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, to draw strength from his presence, and to acknowledg

"My mate," He then pulled me tight against his chest, embracing me with all that he had. In the cage of his arms, I was Squished against him, his chin resting on top of my head. I knew this type of hug he gave me. He crushed on me when he was afraid he was going to lose me when he hadn't seen me for more than a day when he first told me that he could never hate me. So I caressed his back, leaning up to whisper in his ear.

"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.