Novel & Cerita Tackle Hugs

"That's it-keep at it, lass. But don't just hit left and right. I know that you're going to do that" I lift my knee to kick him in the groin, but he slaps my leg away. My thigh stings and throbs under the light tap of his palm. With a frustrated and impatient growl, I sprint towards him. He barely budges as I wrap my arms around his waist and drive my shoulder into his hip. "Aiden taught you how to tackle," He muses and folds his hands around my thighs, "But he didn't teach you how to knock someone three times your size off his feet, huh?"

"Ishtar, do something! Please! Is this the weirdo you fucking live with!?" I was rooted in my spot. What did she want me to do? I'd never had to pull him off anyone. No, I had never seen him willing to hug anyone that wasn't me. Just me, up until this confusing moment. The hug wasn't a long one, but it held so much meaning.

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.

Williams chuckled and pulled them all closer together. “Group hug,” He said wrapping his arms around them. Luca giggled as he was squished gently between them with kisses being placed all over his cheeks. . TBC

As I handed him his clothes, his eyes sparkled with happiness. "Congratulations, man," I said, my excitement evident as I moved forward to hug him. However, he playfully stepped back, giving me a smirk. "Come on… Let me wear my clothes… I am naked, man," he said, and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as he quickly dressed himself. "Now let's hug," I called out, and he smiled as I moved in for the embrace. Tears of joy filled our eyes as we shared the heartfelt moment. Unable to contain their excitement, Lucas and Mason couldn't wait any longer and joined in the hug, creating a warm and cherished experience.

His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and he awkwardly rubbed the bridge of his nose as he avoided her gaze. “You…" he fumbled, flustered and tongue-tied. “Enjoy the hug? Quit saying nonsense! I didn't enjoy it!" Practically boiling with embarrassment, he still tried to play it cool. "What's the big deal anyway? Hugging you isn't some grand prize. You're aggressive and violent, and you go straight for a man's groin without shame. It was just an accident, alright? Don't go thinking I wanted to hug you. You're reading way too much into this."

Another girl wrapped herself tightly in a fleece blanket beside the bonfire while loudly announcing to her friends, “I am way too pretty for frostbite.” Takoda watched me adjust the beanie over my ears. The sudden softness in his expression hit so fast it caught me completely off guard. It wasn't lust, and it wasn't raw tension, but genuine affection. The realization stole the breath right out of my lungs for half a second. Reeves pointed a dramatic finger at the crowd, backing up. “Alright! No tackling unless it’s funny.” I shifted my weight on the sand. “That feels highly illegal.” “Probably,” Mason answered beside Harmony, flashing a grin before the whistle blew.

Tonight, we just stood there staring. Determined to break the ice and make things look normal, I stepped forward and reached out my right hand, angling my palm up for a standard, easy dap-up. Just a quick palm smack, a thumb tuck, and out. But Liam misread it. He stepped in at the exact same time, his broad shoulder dipping as he leaned in for a quick hug instead.

’ I mocked him silently. We arrived at his friend’s house where all the boys were seated in their regular spots. I confidently walked over to them, bent down and gave each of them a tight squeeze. I was fully aware that my skirt rose up each time I bent down to give a hug. But I didn't care. Troy was last in line. I walked up to him, bent down to give him the longest and tightest hug of the bunch, gave him a friendly peck on the cheek and sat in between him and one of the other guys.

Emanuele's eyes widen in shock and indignation. "I didn't grab you! "What do you call the act of pressing someone's body tightly against your own?" "Hug! I call that a hug!" The man is obviously disconsolate, but he doesn't tone it down. "Good.... But it was a completely unsightly hug! There was no reason for you to do that."