Open When You Need A Hug Novels & Stories

He does not respond for seconds, and then slowly shakes his head. "Are you sure?" I urge, "Sometimes a hug is all you need to be reminded you aren't alone. Growing up as a keffer I know how lonely feels. But Vale and Ama's hugs were a constant reminder that I had them and that I was not alone," My mind fades into a memory, a smile forming.

Possibly the most comfortable thing in a very long time. When he’d asked to hug me — I just like the way you smell — my lungs had done something embarrassing and immediate that I was going to call relief because I didn’t have a better word ready. But there was the problem that had always been the problem — the compression, the secret, the thing that a hug might find. I wore the compression shirts always, and at night I loosened them slightly to breathe, and a hug in that state was not something I could manage without managing it extremely carefully, and I hadn’t been prepared to do that in the moment. So I’d said no.

The tightness in my chest didn't let me breathe properly. It was then that I heard a soft knock on the door. “Lilian? Open up, it’s me, April.” Her voice was calm, but full of concern. I knew she wouldn't leave until I opened the door, so I slowly got up and unlocked it. When April walked in, her eyes immediately met mine, full of concern and affection. Without saying a word, she hugged me. It was one of those hugs that only the closest friends know how to give, full of understanding, without needing explanations. Her hug gave me some comfort, even if it was temporary. I knew she was there to support me, as she always had been.

Cole snapped, just as he was about to exit the room. I narrowed my eyes, wondering why he was offering a hug. His offer hung in the air, a fragile bridge between my isolation and his support. I looked at him, quietly contemplating what to do. The silence stretched, filled with the unspoken weight of my burdens. “Sure,” I finally nodded, my voice barely more than a whisper. I took a tentative step towards him, my body stiff with hesitation. He opened his arms, and for a moment, I stood there, caught between the urge to retreat and the need for comfort. Then, slowly, I stepped into his embrace.

"Can I hug you? Will that hurt?" I shook my head slowly. "No!" I breath. "All I need right now is a hug." I spread my arms wide. "Please hug me Kate. I was so lost." I sniffed. Kate didn't question any further and pulled me for a hug. She was careful not to hit my shoulders while running her palm up and down my back gently, giving me a pat. I clenched my fists in her clothes, letting my nails sink deep into her skin. I know I'm not hurting her but I'd really love to mutate my skin in hers right now.

I didn’t know how much I wanted to hear it. I’ve never been the hugging type. But something inside me breaks free, and before I can second-guess it, I step forward and pull her into a hug. Sophia wraps her arms around me like she’s been waiting for this, like she understands everything I’m feeling without me having to say a word. Her hug is warm and strong, not too tight but not light either. And it feels like home in a way I never expected. Like being held by someone who knows exactly what it means to survive and still keep your heart open.

I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but my heart is made up. I knock on the door like a savage, and when it opens, there is no hesitation in my bones. Killian stares at me, and I wrap my arms around his taller frame, burying my face in his sweatshirt. His chest is rugged and secure, and I cry, letting out everything in a loud gasp. What I need right now isn't words or questions about why I haven't told Wilder about my condition—I need a friend, someone supportive. I inhale deeply, and the world turns a shade brighter when Killian hugs me back.

It felt like something she had wanted to hear for a very long time now but no one had ever told her and here Daisy was telling her. She was tempted to give her a hug but she knew better than to do it. "It's okay, you can give me a hug . You know, I see you all as my sisters. Forget the fact that I act crazy sometimes or something like that. I have had my own fair share of life . I understand all these things and being among you guys, amongst people that love me this much, means everything to me and these are moments that I will never want to trade for anything. So it is cool if you want to give me a hug. I don't mind at all. "

"Never mind that I have no time to explain that thing to you. Let me talk to you first, Amaya...alone." "No, leave me alone." "Please..." "Dude, she says no." "DYLAN! I SAID DON'T BUTT IN! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!" While saying those words, I didn't notice that Hiro was crawling up to my back and hugging me from the back. Fuck, what is this familiar feeling? I closed my eyes and just let my body accepts his hug. I feel like I've missed this hug for a whole year. This is fucking insane! Why am I feeling this!?

I lеt out аn іnvоluntаrу mоаn, аnd with thаt, hе рullѕ me into his сhеѕt. I close mу еуеѕ аnd brеаthе hіm in. It’s just a hug, but the heat in mу stomach makes me drірріng wеt with nееd. I can’t let thіѕ fееlіng change mу mіnd, but ѕurеlу there’s nothing wrong wіth a hug.