Ways To Cuddle Novels & Stories

he asked. I heaved a deep sigh and stays quiet. I don’t know what’s running through Zero’s mind. And I smell something fishy earlier. He keeps on cutting her mom’s words. It seems like she doesn’t want me to hear anything. I pressed my lips and tries to push aside my thoughts. It’s so damn hard to hold onto something that doesn’t have any assurance. “We’re gonna take a nap and cuddle until afternoon,” he replied. ZERO’S CUDDLE word earlier is a scam. Well, at first, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me into the soft comfy bed, making me place on top of him. Staring at his eyes, makes me drown in my feelings way deeper.

I lift my hips up a little, and he shoves my jeans down, breaking our kiss as he lifts himself in order to pull them completely off. He takes in my lace panties and bites his lower lip, lowering his head as he does. Placing a tender kiss over my belly button, he moves once more, but it isn’t to do anything sexual, instead, he lays down beside me and pulls me into his arms, so we are spooning. I lay here wondering what the heck is going on in his head, because this isn’t like him. I was expecting him to maybe force me to my knees and suck him off, or for him to bend me over and have his pleasure, but cuddling?

And unfortunately mine came in the form of latching my legs onto the one who would normally help to resolve most of my dire situations while hoping he would somehow solve that one for me as well. And he did that exactly by pulling me into his chest while patting my floating hair and bringing me back to the shore which helped to reduce my fears. Which I was absolutely grateful for. "Are you ok princess?" Kristrin held my face in his hand with concern. I nodded my head not wanting to speak. What a blunder I had just made of everything. "Did you know that when you hug, touch, or sit close to someone you love, your body releases oxytocin, which scientists call the cuddle hormone or the feel good

Zev moves closer, wrapping his body around mine and then begins petting my hair in a similar way. “Is this how you like to be comforted? I caught it for you to cuddle with. I wanted to help. Does it work?” He asks, and I realize what he means as I look at our positions and the animal. He got me a bunny so he could figure out how to stop me from crying since I hadn’t fully responded to his comfort. “No, but thank you,” I murmur, leaning into him. The purr begins again while I lean into him, and I sigh.