“It was a long, long time since anyone had hugged him, so he hugged himself.”
“It wasn't a hug - hugs ended quickly, even long ones, but this one persisted into something else entirely.”
“He hugs the thought to himself with guilty glee.”
“Oh, I love hugging. I wish I was an octopus, so I could hug 10 people at a time!”
“What’s more, his faded old jeans hugged his ass perfectly as he stepped forward to toss a ring, and then they loosened as he stepped back. Hug, loosen, hug, loosen, hug, hug…hug…loosen. Jeans all perfectly rumpled right down to his dull, black boots. No doubt he chose those jeans specifically for their butt-hugging abilities. He probably practiced that hug-promoting movement in the mirror.”
“That's the water calling. It's a long time since anyone was drowned.”