Tag "Hugs" - Works and Original stories

I want to stay in his arms like a child with their parent. I don’t want anything else. I need him the way fish need water, the way fire needs air, the way hope needs prayer.

And in this endless horror of real life, there was nothing safer than His cuddle, where breathing calmed down and the pulse returned to its usual rhythm; cuddle where consciousness turned off, allowing him to drown in a stream of infinitely tender feelings and relax for some tiny moments. Cuddle in which only they were — sincere, needy, and utterly in love.