A Kiss And A Promise Novels & Stories

It was a great kiss. “Promise me I won't lose you again,” Logan requested when we pulled back to catch our breath. Hope and happiness filled his face. I felt like I could burst from too much joy. “This time I have a contract.” I held up the paper and grinned. “You're stuck with me now.” He kissed me again before I could even think, dipping me back in a liplock that would make a Hollywood director proud. I giggled as he released me from his kiss, but not from his arms.

The two locked eyes as Aisha prepared her heart for what would come knowing Kent’s honor would be stained if he took advantage of the situation. Sadly Berfomet cares not for such trickle details as he pushed Kent’s head kissing the woman he loves the most. Kent immediately broke off the kiss as he tried to apologize his hand suddenly slipped when Aisha grabbed his face and kissed him with a fiery passion. What happened after would be left in secret between them and Berfomet gave his blessing for the two and what remains shall be written in the book of Faith. After some time Aisha and Kent had to refix their clothing as they did she cleaned up her lips and licked the blood off them.

I interpreted and she was laughing hard on the screen. "You're really such a crazy girl, Cally! Poor guy," she said. and she was still smiling ear to ear, like a weirdo. "Why are you happy? We just met again," I asked as I rolled my eyes. She cleared her throat and grinned at me, "Well, isn't that romantic? He's your first kiss, you are his first kiss. That kiss happened 10 years ago and now you met again. My gosh, Cally, he might be your prince charming. Sadly, I didn't see his changes but girl, you should agree on dating him!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

His hand lifted Anna’s nape, kissed her lips slowly, the long slender tongue constantly stirring in Anna’s mouth, making her only gasp. Claps! Anna struggled with all her might, then slapped Brandon. Brandon was surprised, Jack was surprised, Jane was surprised, the new person at the table was also surprised, even many other guests at the other table also looked over. “Are you crazy?!” said Brandon, his eyes got a little angry, this is the first time he has been beaten by a girl, especially because of a small kiss, but the person he kissed was just a girl working in a bar. “I’m not crazy, you’re crazy!” Anna cursed under her breath. This was her precious first kiss. She wanted to give it to

Dante “Have you had enough of your first kiss?” She shook her head. “No, I like it.” Definitely not a little girl. I ran the pad of my thumb over her swollen lips. “You like it?” I asked with a grin. Camila nodded. “I’m afraid this isn’t real, and I’ll wake up.” I knew how she felt. If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to fucking end. Lowering my face, I brought our lips back together. The ferocity was still there, but I slowed, savoring her sweetness as my hips ground against her. Soon she was pressing back, bouncing to my rhythm. Her breaths came quicker as whimpers filled my ears.

When we finally pulled apart, his eyes held a promise—a vow of unwavering devotion. I turned to Jayden, whose eyes were softening as he watched us. His lips met mine in a kiss that was equally passionate yet different. This was a dance of silent reassurances, promises whispered through shared breaths, our hearts beating in unison. Jayden's kiss was a silent pledge of protection, his lips moving against mine with intense fervour.

Kade dips his head, and we meet in a gentle kiss. It's not demanding or urgent. It's replenishing. Appreciative. In his kiss, it's easy to believe he's all mine like he said he is, but someone once told me a lady must take a gentleman's promise with a healthy dose of suspicion. It helps stave off the bitter disappointment men often bring.

“I know how you feel about me, but we have a seven-year gap. You’ll find me old in a couple of years.” Andrew perked up. “If I still feel the same way about you in two years, will you be with me then?” “…You can always try.” The words rolled off my tongue before I could say no. I could never resist his puppy dog eyes. “That’s a promise! I got it on tape, so don’t go back on your word, Jess!” Andrew held my waist and twirled me around excitedly before putting me down. After what happened with Shawn, I wasn’t looking for another relationship. However, the sparkle in Andrew’s eyes gave me hope for the future.