A Morning Kiss At Tiffany's Novels & Stories

"Don't thank me. You have the habit of controlling boys. You got Richard and now you have my two brothers. I know Nate only sides with the truth and if he thinks you are innocent then I will have to give you a try." "Thanks." "Give me your phone, I will send the message." Aaron grabbed Aviana's phone while she chased after him. "Give me my phone! You don't even know how to type a romantic message." She yelled after him. "I know how to flirt. Just listen to this. Wait, what's the guy's name?" "Mason." "Hey Mason, it's me, Aviana. I just wanted to know if you will be free this afternoon. I would love to have lunch with you at Casa Vega at 2:30 pm. If it's OK, text me back. All love."

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

Half an hour later, Starry Media's official account published a meticulously documented exposé titled: [THE TRUTH]. We presented an airtight timeline, complete with exact dates and irrefutable evidence of every clandestine meeting between Tiffany and Pierre during the entire period of our engagement. This included, but was not limited to, photos of them entering a hotel together late at night, a chance encounter captured by paparazzi while they were traveling abroad, and screenshots of their flirtatious, low-key social media interactions.

Tiffany wasn't left out as she cried out, their climax crashing hard on them. Brent released inside her, with slow thrust, making sure none to stuff her vagina with his fluid. She kissed her, still not pulling out, Tiffany chuckled, kissing him back, and slowly whispered, “I love you Brent.” Before she blacked out. “I love you too,” he murmured, kissing her tear-stained lashes. When Tiffany woke up it was already past morning, she yawned, stretching her body, her gaze fell on the side of the bed, not finding Brent, she smiled and grabbed her pillow, tossing around on the bed, her face flushed red.

Tiffany paused before knocking on Jacob’s door, her heart beating fast. She remembered the kiss between them, and she felt a jolt of excitement run through her body. It was her first kiss. She wanted to kiss him again, to feel his lips on hers once more. But she knew she couldn’t do that in front of her father without the risk of getting Jacob killed. “What’s wrong?” her father growled behind her. Tiffany glanced over her shoulder at her father, masking her nervousness with a smirk. “Nothing, Dad. Just thinking about how you’re going to make this apology.”

They came together in a kiss again as the firework show went into its grand finale. Trevor couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed a morning so much. He had woken up first. He watched Clarice sleep for a few minutes before getting out of bed and ordering breakfast from downstairs. Then he called a lady’s boutique in Manhattan and ordered a couple of outfits for Clarice to be delivered. He had found out her sizes from her clothes and undergarments on the floor. Then he called the jewelry store he frequented and ordered some things for her to be delivered.

Killian's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and longing, mirroring the sentiments that stirred within Tiffany's own heart. "Killian," she whispered, the name a soft melody on her lips. Their hands remained entwined, anchoring them in a moment that felt like the beginning of something uncharted and beautiful. With a shared smile, they settled into a comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of their connection. The morning sun began to paint the room with a gentle glow, casting a serene light on a chapter that had unfolded unexpectedly, leaving Tiffany and Killian to navigate the uncharted waters of their evolving feelings.

As we walked out of the restaurant, I booked her a cab, and we stood side by side by the side of the building, chatting away about little things. “That should be your ride.” The headlights of the car went off before they could blind me. Tiffany stood on her toes and planted a kiss on my cheek. Once I turned to her, still surprised at what she did, she captured my lips and nipped on my lower lip. I went stiff. Deep down, I knew it was going to happen but, the knowledge wasn't even to take away the element of surprise. Turning fully to her, I sucked in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the scent of Tuberose and peach.

His gaze grew cold and distant. Once they had arrived at the ground floor of Tiffany’s condominium, Jackson shamelessly demanded a kiss, “No goodbye kiss? I’m leaving tomorrow… You won’t be seeing me for a good while.” Tiffany shivered, “We’ve only just made it official twenty minutes ago, right? What’s with all of this heavy affection and clinginess?” Her reaction annoyed him. He quickly pecked her on the lips, “Fine. Go upstairs. I’ll watch you leave.” Tiffany suddenly stopped just before she walked into the elevator. She quickly turned around, ran back to him, and gave him a big, big hug, “I’ll take some time out to spend time with you the next time you come here.”

Tiffany slipped in through the side door in a white dress, her makeup flawless and her smile radiant. “Darling, do I look pretty today?” Eden’s gaze darkened slightly as he yanked her into his arms and kissed her hard. When they finally pulled apart, Tiffany wiped the lipstick stain from the corner of his mouth and asked sweetly, “After you finish exchanging rings with that idiot, you’ll marry me, right?” “Of course.” Eden pinched her chin, looking unbearably pleased with himself. “That stupid woman is probably still crying tears of happiness in the dressing room right now.”