You Used To Hold Me Novels & Stories

I squeezed my eyes shut. God. I had missed him too. More than I’d ever let myself admit. My fingers curled into his shirt, and for the first time in months, I let myself hold on. Not just to him. But to us. And this time, I wasn’t letting go.

Hold On - Justin Bieber 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I could only cry and sat on the floor, watching Gerald move away. I'm still holding it down my stomach. It hurts so much. I deliberately felt it down. I was afraid my ass was bleeding because of the force of gravity downward. "Wake up." Mas Rangga stretched out his hand. I feel more and more devastated.

However way he could have gotten it, I'm not sticking around to find out because am totally out of here. I was almost at the door and about to walk out but halted at his voice, "Jaden my man!, I'm so glad you came" He pushed the girl off and stood up and staggered towards where I stood with kneaded brows and before I could step out of his reach, he quickly reached out and had me wrapped in a tight hug. I tried to untangled myself from his hold and probably push him away as well but then I realized how intoxicated he was and decided to hold still. A heavy feeling settling at the pit of my stomach at the close contact.

Ian Cael relied on his grandmother’s sacrifices and his own status as an intelligent scholarship student to survive at elite Charleston de Witt. Everything changed the day he crossed paths with Callum de Witt—the campus Golden Boy and heir to unimaginable wealth. What started as an instant spark of love at first sight quickly deepened after Callum saved Ian from a dangerous poolside prank and took refuge in Ian’s working-class neighborhood to escape his toxic ex, Kai. Their budding romance was shattered when Kai manipulated a local teen into delivering a devastating lie, forcing a bitter rift between two vastly different worlds. Years later, a lovers reunion brings Ian and Callum face-to-f

“Hold on to me, I’ll carry you inside.” Marianne holds unto him and he carries her inside her room. He moves so fast that it only just sank into her brain what his words had meant. She had gotten used to his command of “hold onto me” and the trust that she put in him, that she didn’t pay much attention to what was happening.

“You don’t get it either. You think I’m the one holding you, but the truth is… I think you’re the only thing holding me together. I thought I was strong until last night proved I’m nothing without you.” I shook my head quickly, pressing my forehead against his. “Don’t say that. You’re stronger than you think. But if I’m what holds you together, then maybe that’s okay, because you hold me too. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, we keep each other whole.”

He held me back without saying a word. No questions. No instructions to calm down. Just his arms around my back and his voice near my ear, low and wordless, and my breathing eventually found somewhere to land. I didn't let go. I couldn't remember the last time someone had held me while I was falling apart. Not since before. Not since my mom would pull me close after a bad dream and tell me it wasn't real. This nightmare was.

Liam held me. Liam adjusted his position, gathering me into his arms while maintaining the supportive contact of the massage. "Let it go," he encouraged, his voice low and steady against my hair. "Whatever you're holding, whatever you need to release—I'm here to catch you. I've always been here, even when I couldn't remember why."

And I was that person. But you can say, baby, can I hold you tonight? Maybe if I told you the right words At the right time, you'd be mine... I stopped breathing. I wasn't happy like the first time he sang, because this time, tears were already falling down my face.

He pulled me back against his chest, and his words cleaved something open inside me. I let him hold me as long as we were able.