روايات وقصص ضمن Too Hot To Hug Book

He just stood there quietly, that silence always soothed me. Then he said, “Can I at least get a hug?” I blinked. The words were simple and casual, something that could be said innocently between friends or pals. But they crashed into me differently. I didn’t know why… A hug shouldn’t be a big deal. I had hugged wolves before, shared physical contact with soldiers, coworkers and even strangers who liked physical contact. I should have been used to it… it was not supposed to be a big deal. But Damon asking for a hug, especially after this?

But to my surprise, he frowned. "Where's mine? " He asked, looking dead in the eye. "I thought you wouldn't like it. " I said honestly, which deepened his frown. "I don't like being touched, but you're an exception. Come here.. " He said so coldly, as if he was AI. . I slowly went to him and hugged him.. I honestly thought he would feel cold but I melted instantly as he felt so warm and cozy... He smelled like freshly washed and pressed clothes which is so good and comfy..

He just nods once. “Goodnight, Harper,” he says, voice low. He leans in, clearly going for a hug. It’s awkward at first—two people misjudging distance, bumping elbows slightly, both of us overthinking something that shouldn’t be complicated. Then his arms settle around me. And something shifts. The hug lingers a second too long. His hand presses lightly against my back. I can feel the warmth of him through my jacket, the familiar solidity of his chest, the way my body remembers him even when my brain is trying to stay cautious.

I thoughtlessly asked as we grabbed each other in a casual hug. I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulder blade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine.

Or maybe not fully hate him, but I need her to keep a cold mind and heart when it comes to him or I'll stand no chance. Once their hug ends, Farrow comes at me with arms outstretched and that's exactly why Hope can't crumble. Now I'm being obligated to hug him too and I have no power to avoid it. Shit, he’s so hot. So, so hot. I fall right into his embrace. My arms wrap around his waist and I get on my tippy toes until I can bury my nose on his neck and take a deep breath until I fill my lungs with his manly scent. Farrow makes a little pleased rumble with his throat and I try to fuse myself to him...

It’s a start, I guess. “Hmm. I’ll take like. It’s something anyway. Room to grow into something more.” His voice oozed over me like smooth velvet, and I held on tighter, wondering why this man seems to be made for hugging when, in life, he is not the cuddling type. He doesn’t do much touchy-feely stuff, but that doesn’t matter now. He isn’t letting me go. We’re not even supposed to hug.

He opens his arms, "Come here and let's cuddle." I crawled my way closer to Hugo and snuggled myself against his chest. His shirt smelled good and his cologne smelled good too. I placed my hand over his chest while I draw little scribbles using my finger against his shirt. He pulled me in closer to him while he covered us with the thick comforter. We held around arms around each other as I feel his hand rubbing my waist. "Hugo?" I pulled my head up to him and he was opening his eyes again.

EVA I WOKE UP and I felt someone hugging me and stroking my hair. I didn't open my eyes. Instead, I pressed myself against the stranger who was hugging me. They smell so good. Like vanilla, like my Amor. I pressed my face well into their neck, still, eyes closed. Their warmth is refreshing because it acts as a heater for my cold body. They even tightened their grip on me while rubbing my arm. They are very comforting. I don't want this moment to end.

I know how hard it can be. New admiration for Jacob fills my heart. I simply lean in for a hug and rub his back. “I wish I could do something… to make you feel better…” I say after a while. He chuckles and I feel his torso vibrate against mine. “hmmm…” He rumbles in a deep voice, ”I am feeling much better now.” The hug suddenly feels too intimate and I blush, thinking he is probably teasing me. I pull away, refusing to meet his eyes. I ask, “Why do you do that?”

His deep voice echoes in my hair, signalling he’s burying his nose in it as he always does when we hug. "Mhmm." "Then fucking falls in what category?" Okay, didn't see that coming. "Why are you hugging me? Let's go in,” I wiggle trying to get out of his embrace since it’s getting awkward, we’re diving into that somewhat-dangerous topic. But he's not having it as he tightens his arms around me. I groan, "Toff, people are gonna see." "So? It's not like we've never hugged. Or anyone in your family haven't seen us hug. Even if they don't, you're my best friend. Best friends hug. I'm sure they'll understand. And you're so small I feel like-"