Luffy Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Luckily, years in the military meant he could sit like this without losing any dignity. Then, another problem hit him. Where were his hands supposed to go? Normally, you would hold the driver's waist or wrap your arms around them. That was standard when riding a scooter. "You on yet?" Hayley glanced back, impatient. "Hurry up." After a long internal struggle, Liam finally reached forward and pinched the very edge of Hayley's jacket. Just the corner. Two fingers. Not an inch more. "I'm holding on," Liam said solemnly. Hayley looked down at the tiny pinch of fabric on her left side, speechless for a moment.

She could not understand when Lars appeared there. He covered her mouth with one hand and hugged Lana. slipped his hand around her waist, pulling closer he traced her back. “It is okay, Lana.” Patting the back Lars allowed her to cry once again. In that position, his eyes glowed crimson which Lana could not see. Lars was angry over Khal’s mark as he could sense it.

The gesture was both a playful challenge and a sincere offer of solace, a way to break through the emotional barriers that surrounded us Logan stepped into the open embrace. As he enveloped me in his arms, there was an intimate warmth that transcended the simple act of a hug. His strong arms securely encircled my waist, and instinctively, my arms found their place around his neck. Yet, the height difference played its role, and realizing this, Logan effortlessly lifted me off the ground.

I didn't know where to put my arms. I couldn't just wrap my arms around his chest as I did before. It would be extremely inappropriate. But I couldn't just lift my arms in the air like this. That would be awkward. How about crossing them in front of my chest? But that looked too defensive. Why did I have arms? They were so unnecessary… After he put me in bed, Lucian turned away and flicked the charcoal in the furnace.

"Don't look at me like that!" My arms fly to the chest area when he stares at every inch of my body, as if I'm a display at an art gallery. He growls disapprovingly and grabs both hands by the wrist so they'd stay on each side, and when the girls are out in the open again he smiles in satisfaction.

I uncross my arms. "You were worried for Luke so much that you were ready to be involved in the fight then later on dressed his wounds as well. What about me? What if I was hurt too?" "You didn't even fight with them." I lift up my brows. He narrows his eyes, "I did and I'm hurt as well. See I'm hurt here." He horizontally straightens his arm in my direction, showing me the back side of his fist. I give a brief glimpse to it, "There is nothing. It's clean."

“Not at all, but you, you’re quite funny” “How so?” he asked, turning around to look at me with his hands folded across his chest. For a second, I was almost distracted by how ripped his muscles looked with his arms folded across his chest like that. They morally look ripped when he does that, but considering he wasn’t wearing a shirt this time, he just looked ten times hotter. I had to compose myself though. There was no way I was going to let him get away with the way he was treating me right now.

Chapter 35 Helping Papa wash his hair. “Is that your answer?” Yin Yue’s lips curved into a smile as he pulled her into his arms. One hand locked firmly around her, preventing any retreat, while he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. Ladapha’s cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, prompting her to raise her hands to cover them in embarrassment. However, he wouldn’t allow it. Yin Yue gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

I don’t know but I’m thankful that I was quick to disobey Yuichi whenever he complained about the poses we were being ordered to do. “Yuichi’s patience is really short,” Lance said with a chuckle. I really wonder why no matter how heavy and scary Yuichi’s presence is, Lance doesn’t feel the least bit scared? “You’re still a little far, Carla.” “Huh—” Suddenly, Lance pulled my waist closer to him, which is why the ten inches that we were apart earlier were gone. Lance hugged my waist while laying down his head on my shoulder. Instead of complaining, I accompanied him in the posing.

The blue haired boy was very impressed that his friends had pushed him so far. He saw Mane slowly raise his right arm. The blue haired boy cocked his arm as though he held a gun. His fingers were balled into a half fist, with only the index finger pointing towards them. Although they weren't close, Abe could still hear Mane's words thanks to the little bit of inner energy that remained.