Platonic Cuddling Novels & Stories

“Babe, are you crying?” “You’re not happy with me,” I murmur through the foolish tears and swipe at my running nose. The next second I’m lifted off the ground and into his arms. He lowers himself to the bed and rubs my back. I bury my face in his shoulder and inhale him. His scent relaxes me and I manage to tell him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want us to get distracted because you know what happens when we are both naked.” Sex and lots of kisses. In other cases, cuddles.

" You know me, I pulled some strings and here I am, took longer than I had wanted but what matters is that I am here finally." Have you ever missed someone so much that when you finally see them you feel like you could keep touching them just so you are sure that they are there with you, that's it's real and not just a dream? That's how I feel right now, the urge to keep touching him just so I can be sure he is real is unbearable and again like I said, it's nothing romantic it's purely platonic. " You have no idea how happy I am that you're here" I tell him with unshed tears. He cups my cheek lovingly then pushes a strand of hair that had escaped my bun behind my ears.