Intimate Hug Novels & Stories

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.

Placing my hands on his, I closed my eyes as I felt him sniffing my scent, but I could smell him, too. His scent was mixed with mine, making the atmosphere more tender. We didn't even realize when the time flew as we were just moving with the music, just feeling each other's presence. I lifted my hand and caressed his head, asking. "Xi Song?" Humming, he asked. "Hmm?" "Are you going to hug me the entire night?" "I wish I could hug you for the rest of my life. But the food is getting cold." ........................................................... Author's POV

"Sunday. I'm yours. You're mine. Don't forget. And in the middle, we're going to chat. Talk. Get to know each other." "Ooh. So that means on Sunday we can skip all that crap, huh?" Chuckling, he shakes his head, pulls me in and hugs me. When was the last time a guy hugged me? And why does it feel so much more intimate and loving than a kiss or, about anything else? Bodies touching, embracing. "What am I going to do with you?" he asks into the top of my head. "I can think of a few things." "Keep them in mind. Because when we're ready. And I mean, when we're both ready, you won't be able to walk for a week after I'm done with you."

Now, if it is appropriate, they would say kiss the bride at this very moment, and that is what I exactly do. Pulling her into a hug, the tears start flowing down faces that are both pained and happy. My hug is not gentle; a gentle hug still gives you enough space to breathe; this hug is strong; this hug is stronger than I have ever given. And she is given it back to me; it tells me everything that I need to know. It tells me everything that I am to her, body, mind, and soul. I love the way she folds around my body; I will be her shield that will always protect her heart and heal her body.

"Thanks for the walk, friend. This is just my way of saying thank you properly." Damien gave a slow nod, but his analytical brain was already stuck on a new problem. "What is this specific hug called?" Ethan blinked in utter amusement. "It doesn't have a name. It's just a regular hug." Damien frowned slightly, ready to argue the logistics. "But you called the one I gave you earlier a 'teddy bear hug.' If this one doesn't have a name, does that mean it's different?"

What could be more immediately comforting than a warm hug? Alright. So, for the moment, let’s just ignore the awkwardness of trying to hug a person who was lying flat on their back. Yeah, let just pretend that this one-quarter-hug, one-quarter-straddle, and one-half-snuggle was actually a completely ordinary, touching brotherly hug. … (ノ꒪Д꒪)ノ︵ ┻━┻ Screw that! Who could look past all that?!? Levi sure as hell couldn’t!

I agree, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing inside me. Baekhoon's face lights up with a wide smile, and he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug. I'm not sure if he's fully aware of his actions, but the warmth of his body seeps into mine, and my heart skips a beat. For the first time, I feel like we're truly connected, like the distance between us has finally been bridged. The intimacy of the moment catches me off guard, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

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

His hug was not just an ordinary gesture; it was a tender embrace that spoke of shared memories, unspoken words, and the bittersweet reality of parting. As he held me close, the world faded away, and it was just the two of us suspended in time. The outside noises dimmed, and the only thing resonating was the steady beating of our hearts. Logan's touch conveyed a multitude of emotions – love, reassurance, and a silent promise that distance couldn't diminish our connection. The gentle squeeze of his arms, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he cradled me in the air created an intimate dance of affection.

"Oh. That. Sure, but we are already hugging" "No, this isn't a hug, it's just a....I don't know, just hug me" The second hug,was quite intimate,as he pulled me to closer than before.His chin rested on my head. His arms held me like he meant it. And then... just when I thought he was about to let me go,he did something that was regarded as a taboo.