Close. When I saw this I immediately read it as in “close the door.” It seems natural that my brain would go there since I say the word, oh, 6 or 7 hundred times a day during the summer. My little window AC is chugging along to cool down my third floor attic bedroom and every. single. time. a child bursts in (which is often) I say, CLOSE THE DOOR! It would be nice if I had a recording that shouted it out every time the door creaked open – sort of like a Harry Potter-esque spell.
Once my brain got passed that definition, I realized the word could also be Close – as in, “she is standing close to me.” Which perfectly describes my seven year old daughter whose “love tank” is always empty. She actually once paid her thirteen year old sister $2 to let her snuggle with her.
In the end she got her snuggle but there was no money exchanged. Accepting money for hugs is not cool, so said Mom.