All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

DjenaI stood there, frozen, my eyes fixed on the spot where Jack had just disappeared. The gentle wind caressed my face, like a timid breeze trying to soothe the tension that had settled between us. But nothing could erase the heaviness of this moment, this feeling of misunderstanding and regret. Everything I had feared had just happened. We were there, each on our side, arguing over reasons I had failed to express clearly.I had never wanted it to come to this, but now that it was done, I knew something had to change. The distance between Jack and me now seemed greater than it had ever been. Our discussions, even the most sincere ones, could no longer bridge the void I had created myself. Maybe it was me who had lost the thread, who had gotten lost in a whirlwind of doubts and uncertainties.I took a deep breath before pulling out my phone. I had no choice. I needed to take matters into my own hands before everything shattered irreparably. I realized I could no longer impose this si

JackI drove along the winding roads that led to my home, my mind still numb from the conversation with Djena. The city streets scrolled by, but it was difficult for me to concentrate. My thoughts swirled around my wife, Josiane, and the promises I had made her, while the image of Djena, vulnerable and sincere, persisted in my mind. Each time I thought of her, a wave of guilt washed over me.Arriving home, I pushed open the wooden door, a mundane gesture but, this evening, a tension had settled within me. Josiane greeted me with a warm smile, completely unaware of the emotional turmoil brewing inside me."So, how was your day?" she asked, heading toward the kitchen."It was okay," I replied, looking up, my gaze thoughtful. I couldn't help but think of Djena, of her uncertainties, and of the promise of a conversation still to come. A part of me knew I couldn't remain distant indefinitely.Josiane didn't insist, respecting my apparent need for silence, but she knew me well. She could se

DjenaDay had faded into evening, and I stood before the mirror in my bedroom, contemplating my reflection. The dim lighting and the lingering scent of my favorite lotion filled the air, in stark contrast to the turbulent thoughts running through my mind. It felt as though every decision I made was leading me further away from the safety I once knew.Romain had recently invited me to dinner. He had always been charming, with his engaging smile and disarming sense of humor. Yet tonight, I knew the invitation carried a certain undertone , something far beyond a simple meal between friends. At the same time, the unexpected nature of it sent a thrill through me, mixed with the shadow of doubt.After a final glance at my outfit, I took a deep breath before leaving home. On the way, I tried to empty my mind, but the image of Jack and his gentle gaze kept resurfacing. Why had I allowed myself to get caught in this situation? What was I really trying to prove by accepting dinner with Romain?

DjenaI was awakened by a gentle sensation of warmth, Romain's light breath brushing against my face. The morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soothing golden glow. I felt enveloped in a bubble of comfort and security, the events of the previous night still resonating in my mind. As I began to open my eyes, I realized Romain was already awake, observing my face with a tenderness I had not anticipated.His lips placed delicately on my forehead, then slid slowly towards my cheeks, before reaching my lips. The contact of his mouth on mine, still hazy with sleep, sent a shiver all the way down my spine. My eyes closed again in that instant, savoring this tender caress. It was a tranquil sweetness, yet carried by a depth of desire that made me tremble."Good morning, sleeping beauty," he murmured, his warm voice full of promises.I sat up slightly, trying to chase away the fog of sleep. I looked at him, pushing back a few strands of hair that fell across his f

DjenaNight wrapped the world in a gentle silence, the darkness broken only by the peaceful glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Lying in Romain’s bed, I felt safe, a deep sense of calm washing over me. I let myself drift beneath the veil of sleep, lulled by the softness of the sheets and the warmth of Romain’s body beside mine.Suddenly, I sensed a subtle stirring. A gentle hand slowly caressed my cheek, and I awakened in that delicate space between dream and reality. Romain’s features took shape in the shadows, his intense gaze fixed on me. He was smiling, a glimmer of desire lighting up his eyes.“Djena,” he murmured, his voice thick with warmth.I responded with a slight movement of my head, still lingering in the arms of sleep. I didn’t know whether it was still early or if the night had already deepened. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to chase away the last traces of drowsiness, yet the softness of his voice captivated me. I let him draw closer, his warm