Novel & Cerita I Will Hug Him And Squeeze Him

"Yes. You never do that." My hands move up to his forearms and I squeeze soothingly. "I was just having a bad dream, alright? It won't happen again. Come here." I pull him into a hug. It gradually turns tight and I find myself dragging his soft scent into my lungs. The rays of the early morning sun slip past the blinds. I catch sight of my ID and my throat tightens.

His voice is full of pain and I feel it in me, my heart squeezes, because I don't want this to happen, for him to be hurt. "So I'm going to share this part of me with you because I want to see you blossom." I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him and squeezing him, wanting to stay in his embrace for as long as I can. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I stammered, confused and frozen in place, as he opened his arms. “You can come hug me. I guarantee I'm not a ghost.” He smiled even more. I stood up, running, jumping over the hammock, heading into his arms, hugging him so tightly, afraid that it was just a dream or a hallucination. “But if you keep squeezing me like this, I might become one.”

"If I give you a hug, will it make it better?" My heart swelled and grew as he threw his arms around me and squeezed. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his berry shampoo and lemon-scented soap. Then I squeezed my eyes shut, and my grip on him tightened. A short while later, Ron began to squirm. Reluctantly, I drew back and released him.

He crossed his arms, standing tall, giving me a little nod. "Are you ready for this?" He asked. I could hear his sadness in his voice. I walked over to him, looking him in his eyes. I placed one hand on his check, ignoring the bumps in his skin. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Was he missing my touch already? His long arms wrapped around my neck as he pulled me in as close as he physically could, squeezing me. I buried my face in his chest, fighting back any tears. He rubbed my head as he sniffled. "Don't cry…" I said.

That I have no reason to lay on my bed or stay longer even just a minute or else I want to be late for school and get my record tainted. I felt a hot huff nuzzling on my neck, and perhaps this morning routine have been for ages grown for us. I felt his arm just under my boob squeezing me. It’s a comfortable feeling indeed but knowing that it’s not from a person you supposed to like is really bothering. He hugs me like a koala, a baby that can’t be separated from his mother. I tried moving my arms to shake it, just trying to wake him up. But instead he hugs me even tighter that my cherries slightly moving up, and it hurts.

“You trust me, don’t you?” He hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Good. Then trust me when I say she’ll wake up tomorrow, and she’ll want to see you smiling. The best thing you can do for her tonight is rest.” His lip wobbled. “Can I—can I hug you?” The request hit me like a blow. For a heartbeat, I froze. Then I opened my arms. He launched forward, clinging to me. His small frame pressed against mine, shaking. I held him tighter than I thought I could, one hand at the back of his head, my throat tight.

Is he really that angry? I don't know why, but I put my arms around him and give him a hug... I can at least pretend he is like a brother to me. And he looks like he needs it right now. He doesn't need to know how much I enjoy being in his arms or the fact that the feelings I have for him are far from sisterly.