Open When You Need A Hug Novels & Stories

Repacuations are my least worries. My eyes depart not the door. It finally swings open. My happy expression heightens. My eyes broadens more. Excessive Joy instantly cloud and roam my face. I laugh joyously. Same goes to the visitor. We both laugh delighted, happy and positively emotional. "Hermione" "Caroline" We uniformly chorus. She hastily and unexpectedly rush into my unopen arm's. It wrap and tightly engulf me. She pull me into a tight warm, compassionate and emotional hug. It though feels weird.

I said, getting off my bed to take my phone from where it was charging on the table. “Too late you already promised to let me hug you whenever I needed one,” he said and then opened his arms walking towards me, “And I think I need one right now.” “Why? What happened this time?” I asked, backing away from him as I saw his eyes twinkle at me. “My heart hurts,” he said, placing one hand over it as he rubbed it. “And why is that?” I asked putting the chair between us to stop him from reaching me. Pulling the chair away and moving it out of his way he said, “My heart hurts from too much happiness. I need a hug to make me feel better.”

The sensation of his touch after days of absence felt like a familiar melody playing in the background of my life. His embrace spoke volumes, conveying a longing that matched mine. In that moment, words seemed insufficient, and actions became the language of our unspoken connection. I hugged him back, feeling the strength in his arms and the sincerity in his embrace. It was a hug that held the weight of missed moments and unspoken conversations.

Oh fuck my life, I didn't even know he was once married. I was speechless and he was quiet. He looks as though he has a lot on his mind, I also do but I wonder what he's going through. "We need four hugs a day for survival," He turns to look at me amused at my sudden statement but I just continue. "Eight hugs a day for maintenance and twelve hugs a day for growth. Sure you still don't want a hug?" Stretching my hands far apart, I wait as his eyes searches mine. It's written all over his face he's not used affection like this so I scoot closer to him, my arms still wide apart.

Amelia whispered, before she hugged me tighter, as if not wanting to let go of the comfort this hug is giving the both of us. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going wild because of this. And I prayed and hoped that they would chill, because I could actually feel my cheeks burning up. I never knew a hug can make me feel all these types of emotion I never knew I could feel. And as if destiny was on our side, The Carpenter’s song “Close To You” started playing, it was my ringtone, and I didn’t even bother answering the call because I was busy doing hot girl shit, like hugging Miss President tightly.

“I always was.” “I know that, but now it is all real, Haven.” He said as he took her hand. “Now I get to do those little things for the rest of my life.” “Like what? “she asked as he brought her hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it. “Like opening the door.” He said. “That is my thing I get to do for the rest of my life for you.” “Opening the door?” She asked with a laugh. “Yes.” He said as he kissed her hand. “That is something I can do forever. I will always open the door for you.”

So I didn't bother and sank my face into the curve of her neck. Once I read somewhere that a back hug means protection and trust. Indeed.

Not even screaming or eww-ing when I always do that every time he forces a hug with his wet body, this time I welcome it for the comfort I desperately need. I just got dumped.

I didn't want him to worry; the situation was just too emotional. Wrapped in his arms, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, his hug made me feel safe and reassured. It was like all the burdens I carried had momentarily lifted. Closing my eyes, I soaked in the warmth of his love, thankful for his constant support. Just his presence alone calmed the storm inside me, bringing peace to my troubled heart. Hugging each other tightly, I realized that whatever challenges came our way, we would face them as one. In his embrace, I found solace, strength, and an unbreakable bond that surpassed any obstacle. And for that, I would always be thankful.

“Thank you for checking up on me. But… as you can see, I’m fine.” I stared at her for a second, my chest aching with a hollow, overwhelming, lonely pain. “Actually… I really need a hug,” I blurted out, my voice barely audible. “Can you hug me?” “Sure,” Allie replied instantly, stepping forward without a second of hesitation.