Into My Arms Novels & Stories

I can't explain why, but I wanted to go back into his arms, and for some reason, I felt safe in that position. --

His arms gathered me gently, like I was something precious. I fell asleep in Winston Wolfe’s arms.

I sighed and leaned into the warmth of his arms. We were going to be okay...

But as I felt his arms around me, I felt safe. The embrace was warm and comforting, like a soft blanket on a cold night. His arms were strong, yet gentle, wrapping around me like a cocoon. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythm soothing me like a lullaby. As he held me, I could feel the tension leaving my body, my muscles relaxing into his embrace. I felt safe and protected, as nothing could ever harm me. At that moment, I knew I would be okay.

The following morning, I found myself in Taran’s arms. I’m not sure how I got here, but my head is on his chest, and one of my arms is around him. One of his hands rests on my waist and the other on my elbow. It is like he’s holding me to him. It makes me feel safe.

I can't label it. I pass out in their arms.

Hands wrapped around me into a hug, an unexpected warmth surrounding me, keeping me to want to be in his arms. The warmth…I like it.

“Whеrе I will gеt tо hоld уоu in mу аrmѕ.” “Pinch mе ’cause I thіnk I’m dreaming.” I ѕԛuеаlеd whеn hе nipped mу аrm, аnd I ѕрun аrоund tо look іntо hіѕ eyes.

I wrapped my arms around myself, but the cold was inside. What do I do?

I wrap my arms around myself, rocking slightly as tears stream down my face. There is nowhere left for me to go.