1st Kiss Was Intentional Novels & Stories

I smiled through the tears. “You know,” I said, “we had our first kiss on Valentine’s Day. I initiated it.” Mitch groaned softly with an eye roll. “Oh, here we go.” “You were so shy!” I laughed. “You kept denying it was your first kiss. You were rambling all that nonsense just to avoid answering when I asked if we could kiss.” “I did not ramble,” he protested weakly. “You absolutely did.” I pouted dramatically. “So I took the first step. I leaned in and waited. And you just stood there like a statue.”

But when I noticed Loreign looking at us, even if I didn't like it, to escape from their question and trying to save myself that they were wrong, I kissed the girl back. I didn't even know who was this girl, yet I still pretended, I grabbed her from the waist and the promise I made to myself was broken. I kissed a girl, and worst, I didn't even know her, she’s a total stranger who dare to kiss me out of the blue. My first kiss was this stranger girl. I closed my eyes, and honestly, my heart was pounding, that's weird... was it the feeling when it was your first time kissing someone? Gosh! It was hard to have no experience, I didn’t understand the feeling.

” I quickly interrupted her ‘cause I know what’s going to circulate on her mind. She sighed. “Well, mostly for girls, the first kiss is important. But we all know that it doesn’t matter depending on someone’s preference. We can actually have our first kiss accidentally or intentionally, but they might not be our eternal love. Can’t you see some playgirls and playboys, or even actors and actresses? They just kiss for work. They can have their first kiss, but it's not that special to think that it’s done with love.”

Her hands came up—pressing flat against my chest—and I thought for one second she was going to push. She didn’t push. She grabbed my shirt. I kissed her. Different this time. No rage behind it—none of the violence and fury that had driven the kitchen collision. This was something else entirely. Slower. Deeper. Intentional in a way that the first kiss hadn’t been, the first kiss having been an accident of combustion. This wasn’t an accident. This was a choice we were making with full knowledge of what it cost.

They were so expressive, yet I couldn't quite decipher the exact emotions they held. Moved by a mixture of curiosity and the desire to understand, I lifted my hand and gently brushed my fingertips against my still-tingling lips. At that tender gesture, his eyes softened even further, revealing a depth of tenderness and vulnerability. Unbeknownst to him, this particular kiss held a profound significance for me. It wasn't just any ordinary kiss; it was my very first genuine kiss, a milestone moment that would forever mark the beginning of my romantic journey.

Kenji gave up and finally asked. “You only kissed me because it was part of the plan! You didn’t do it because you wanted to kiss me!” Akiko finally responded, her patience wearing thin as Kenji still didn’t understand. Kenji burst out laughing. “Are you upset about that? But why? You’ve never made a big deal about my kisses before…” “Because it was my first kiss! My very first!” Akiko interrupted. She didn’t have any memory of kissing anyone before. She now associates her first kiss with a plan to escape. It wasn’t bad; just the intention behind it was frustrating.

--- Not forceful. --- Just… certain. --- --- And then— --- He leaned in. --- --- Slowly. --- Carefully. --- --- Giving her time. --- Giving her space to change her mind. --- --- But she didn’t. --- --- Her eyes closed softly— --- And the moment finally crossed the line from almost… --- To something real. --- --- The kiss wasn’t rushed. --- It wasn’t overwhelming. --- --- It was soft. --- Intentional. --- --- A quiet meeting of something they had both been holding back.

Liam stole my first kiss, and it was something I could never forget easily. But in contrast, I couldn’t explain the feeling, and it was even driving me insane. I liked Liam. I really do. But I did not expect that he would do that either. I didn’t mean to call him ‘sir’ in the first place. I was reserving my first kiss to whoever would be my first boyfriend. I wanted my first kiss to be extra special and not just a product of a mistake.

His face inched closer, his eyes shutting gently. To heck with it. I didn't have enough time left. I've always dreamed about my first kiss and yet my first kiss was with someone who only associated with me for the sole benefit of himself. I had given it to him in a drunken stupor and he had danced the night away, grinding with that girl from the party. I had always wanted my first kiss to be with someone who cared for me and treated me well. That was not Aaron. That was Elliot- the boy who, at this very minute, was leaning over a table to kiss me.

He tasted like coffee and mint, and when he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, a soft sound escaped me that I would be embarrassed about later but couldn't bring myself to care about now. The first time Adrian had kissed me was at the his grandmother's birthday party. It had been unexpected, since it was the first intimate kiss he and I had ever shared. The others had been perfunctory. A peck at a public event, performed for cameras, with all the passion of a man signing a business contract. I'd replayed that kiss in my mind a thousand times, trying to convince myself it had meant nothing and that we'd been carried away and caught up in a moment that had none. This was nothing like that.