1st Kiss Was Intentional Novels & Stories

“Until now.” He kissed her then—soft, reverent, as if sealing a vow made without bloodshed. A promise forged not in power, but in peace. And for the first time in years, the kiss wasn’t just a fleeting distraction or a duty-bound affection. It was a beginning. The true beginning of their story.

“You...” “Nothing happened,” Jessamine rolled her eyes as she assured him. “It was...” She furrowed her forehead as if trying to remember the kiss. “It was just a peck on my lips so I would stop crying because my crush liked someone else, and I hoped to have my first kiss with him that night. Instead, I got my heart broken.” She looked at me and smirked. “That’s how I got my first lousy kiss.” “That bad?” I asked, unsure why my ego was hurt when it had been our joke for almost a decade.

Don’t misunderstand; I mourned Aunty Lucy deeply, but I couldn’t shake the electric thrill coursing through me during my very first kiss. I want all my first experiences to be shared with Steven, to have him be my last in every conceivable way, and I am resolute in making that happen. We never spoke about the kiss again. He pretended as if it had never occurred, but I understood—it was simply his shy nature at play. Right?

Something. He started staring down at my lips which made my heartbeat quicken. "Don't," I order when he starts to lean in. "Why not?" he asks, leaning back slightly but not letting go. I look down, getting ready to admit something I hadn't wanted to admit to anyone, "a girl never wants her first kiss to be a meaningless one."

He said so dominantly. Without realising,my lips were sealed with his.My eyes opened widely at whats going on.My first kiss has been stole by Keron the famous musician l didnt see this coming.Whatvisvthis man doing? Butv hey amb really surprised at how incredible his mouth taste.Yes l kissed him back after he wasnt willing to leave my lips The kiss was too gentle and l didnt want it stop.But my heart told me am not doing the right thing.l struggled to be let free from him but was all in vein.His kisses grew more fierce.His hands started messaging and a small moan escaped my mouth .

“Then let me simplify.” “How.” He leaned closer, his forehead brushing mine. “Then let’s make this moment eternal.” The words were not dramatic. They were calm. Certain. Something inside me stilled completely. Not because he promised forever. But because he was choosing now. And so was I. I leaned in first. Our kiss was slow. Intentional. Not stolen from chaos. Not pushed by urgency. Chosen. His hands slid slightly higher along my back. Mine tightened gently against him. The music faded into background hum.

It seems all kinds of wrong to associate her with anything sexual. “Our first wasn't that much different….stop being gross. It’s just a kiss.” I snap a little more harshly than I meant it and don’t know why he’s getting me mad. “Our first was not exactly our first given only one of us knew who the other was…but the second, I’ll give you that. And that’s why I know condoms should be a gift.” “DANE!!! You said you knew deep down, so shut up and stop being a pervert. Our first kiss was not even close to working up to sex..” sometimes he’s irritating and knows how to push my buttons.

He is careful, slow, testing to see if this is something he is allowed to do. It can't be any more different than the first time when he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. When I gave in for only a second then pushed away. This time is better, less angry, more openly wanted. It's slow. It's full of caution. I'm taking him back to the beginning as if this is our first kiss, and the other one didn't exist. This is my first kiss in my mind.

He decided to give her some space as if he didn’t exist. “I’ve kept it for my future husband.” William turned to Annaliese as she broke the ice with a strange sentence, suddenly after a few minutes. “My first kiss,” she continued, clarifying what she meant. “You may say I’m very conventional, but I’ve always dreamed of it. Giving my first kiss to my husband at the altar. Hmm, probably this is what caused all my past relationships to shipwreck. They wanted more than just hugs or holding hands which I didn’t give.”