There’s something incredibly comforting about the feel of his arms around me, the oaky, clean smell of his neck. I could happily stay like this for hours. Good hugs are underrated; I don’t think any of my past boyfriends have been great huggers, it always felt perfunctory or transitory. With Sam, it feels like his arms are creating a force field around me. It’s as though his body is telling me that if he could, he would absorb my every worry or pain.
