Tackle Hugs Novels & Stories

"God, it's been so long." Chloe smiled. It was the first time she'd felt warm in weeks. "If I get one more Rachel tackle hug, I fear you'd knock the air out of my lungs." Rachel pulled away and punted. "Okay, first. It's not a tackle if it's done with love." Chloe raised a brow, amused. "And second, you could have warned me you were going to show up looking like a wilting flower." "Hi to you too," Chloe laughed despite herself.

That they might have orchestrated my departure. I’m being hugged to death by a hysterically emotional woman as she clings to me and wails. Rubbing her hand over my back and hair and patting me with the other. Like I’m a child who needs reassurance. Yoonha breaks his trance and follows, running at us and joining the huddle to squeeze the life out of me. Hitting us with less force and wrapping us both up in a smothering huddle of arms.

Agape cried in happiness and jumped to hugged Fafa Kirk tightly. Hugged tightly... "Waaaah! Agape! Why are you hugging---" My eyes went down to Fafa Kirk who wasn't moving? Agape's hugging his HEAD tightly and his face is buried in her CHEST! CHEST! MT. EVEREST BREASTS! And holy shit!

Instead, he glances my direction and with his eyes, he practically pleads for help in what to do. Just like before, I pat my mate’s back and chime, “Babe, you can’t go around hugging everyone. You know I don’t like others touching you this much.” She doesn’t respond, but she does slowly let go of my cousin and step back. I take the moment to engulf my cousin in a big hug. “It is so good to have you back here, even if it is only for the weekend.” He chuckles and hugs me back. “I’m glad to be back.”

"Collect what?" He stepped forward grinning big. "Well, being that we're here in school. I'll take a hug for now." He leaned in and began putting his arms around her waist. Sarah scowled, pushing him away. "I don't owe you anything!" Obviously amused, he lifted an eyebrow and proceeded to move forward and force a hug. "Oh, come on, Sarah, we've done so much more before, what's a hug now?"

My breathing hitched when she tiptoed and kissed his cheek. "A friendly hug?" He opens his arms to her and she laughs with that bright smile plastered on her face once again. "Sure. A hug won't hurt." She slowly leaned closer to him and gave him a tight hug. I watch was his long arms laced around Tate's small body. Their bodies pressed really close against each other making me even angrier at him for touching her like that and for letting him touch her like that. "Goodnight baby." Adam speaks softly but I could still hear it. I watch him as he kissed the top of Tate's head.

“Come on, high five.” Greg shook his head with a mischievous grin. “No, Mommy. We mafia no longer do high five. We do knuckles. Knuckles fisting.” I laughed through fresh tears. “Okay, let’s go. Let’s hit the knuckles.” Our fists met in a gentle bump. I hugged him so tight I never wanted to let go, my heart overflowing. Then my eyes lifted, and fixed on a figure approaching from outside. My mouth fell open slightly. “Jamal…?”

Facial muscles very stretched from smiling hard. From the Royals part of the field, Holls and Stephen give me a subtle thumbs up, I nod at them. I wasn’t looking so I didn’t see when Declan runs up to me and tackles me to the ground. He ruffles my hair, laughing as he did. I laugh too. Feeling light and free. Until he brings his mouth to my skin.

I got it and also made G think he was a freak. - You can trust me- I stood in front of him. That was the only thing I could offer- Whenever you want, of course. - I have nothing to talk about- He huffed without looking at me, crossing his arms defensively. I jumped before he could stop me. I tackled him rugby and hugged him as tightly as I could, still having his arms pressed against my chest. Uncomfortable. I leaned my face against his chest and waited for him to relax. It took a little longer than I expected because I was about to leave him for the impossible when his arms wrapped around my waist, tightening me closer to his body. I felt his cheek against my head. I closed my eyes, comfort

He slid off the chair clumsily and hurried toward him, arms lifting slightly, teddy bear pressed to his chest. Lucas acted on instinct, bending down and opening his arms. Leo dashed right into him. Lucas felt a rush as small arms wrapped tightly around his neck. His breath caught in his throat. This was something new. Leo rarely initiated physical contact, not even hugs. And when he did, they were usually brief and delicate. But this hug was different. It felt real, solid.