Into My Arms Novels & Stories

It makes me feel closer to them. He pulls me into his arms, and I fall asleep.

I smiled, closing my eyes as my hand found his, fingers threading together. In his arms, I wasn’t just claimed. I was safe. I was loved. And I was his.

"Jennifer, have you been happy these years?" I nodded. "I traveled the world, carrying my mother's hopes with me. I've been very happy, and I've found true love." The moment those words left my mouth, I saw his tears fall. Watching him cry, I sighed and handed him a tissue. In the past, I couldn't stand seeing him upset. Because I had loved him, I had felt his pain as my own. But now, my heart felt as still as water. "Buddy, how about we grab a coffee and talk?"

I fell into his arms. And everything went dark.

I cannot hold it anymore. I walk into him. His arms come around me before I fully reach him, pulling me in completely, one hand at the back of my head pressing my face into his chest and the other arm wrapped tight around my back and I grab fistfuls of his shirt and I fall apart. Not quietly either.

I fell asleep in his arms. Safe. Owned. Loved.

Putting his arm around my neck Ray say “ yeah it's a start” With that, we walk back to the packhouse with a new member in my arms.

As if he couldn’t trust his voice to carry what he wanted to say. And that was it. That was the moment I lost whatever distance I had been trying to keep. I leaned forward and pulled him into me. Carefully. So carefully. One arm sliding behind his shoulders, the other wrapping around him like I was afraid the world might try to steal him again if I didn’t hold tight enough. He was warm. Too warm. Still recovering. Still fragile. But alive. Alive. The realization hit me again, sharp and staggering. Alive in my arms.

I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the comfort of his embrace, knowing that this was where I meant to be. To his. To his arms.

Why? Hope rose in my chest as the possibility of him letting me go crossed my mind. "Hi!" I greeted him a little too chirpy, a wide smile flashing on my lips. "Come here," he said, opening his arms, and my eyes widened at his request. What was that for? I swallowed hard and looked at him, but I refused to move from my position. "Come, just a hug." His eyes softened, his arms were still wide open. I finally gave up and walked towards him, sitting on his side of the bed. His arms wrapped around me almost immediately as he pulled me into his chest.