A Morning Kiss At Tiffany's Novels & Stories

[Ayu's POV] My head was lowered while walking towards the class. Some people noticed me, not as usual. I thought, is there something wrong with my appearance today? I felt a hand wrapped around my waist, suddenly made me turn to the side and suddenly a man gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Morning, my girlfriend" said the man. I rolled my eyes in embarrassment. I pushed his shoulders, to get away from me. I'm afraid there are teachers who see our romantic scene. If caught, really embarrassing, right?

She said putting her hand to his cheek. “I'll see you soon.” He said as He kissed her hand. He stepped out the door and headed down the path that led to The Morning Star. Reaching the Star he looked to their house nestled in the cliff side. Morgan had already lit the candle. Letting him know how to return home. It was never goodbye, always i’ll see you soon.

Little did she know that her husband and Dimas were now staring fiercely at each other. Unlike Lily who was very scared now. Keenan was enjoying the music. Breathing in the scent of lily flowers according to his wife's name. I don't know how long they were in such proximity until the romantic atmosphere stopped. "Can anyone dance Tango? You'll get a classic ring from the Tiffany & Co. collection." Everyone was instantly silent. "This is a special consolation prize from the happy couple. It will be delivered two days after the event ends. How about it? Anyone interested?"

--- The next few weeks felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. Alexander didn’t just date me, he spoiled me. The morning after our first kiss, a sleek black box arrived at the house. Inside was a Cartier Love bracelet in rose gold, diamonds winking along the edges. The note simply read: *Wear this and think of me. —A* Two days later was a pair of diamond studs from Tiffany, delivered with another note: *For when you wear your hair up. I like seeing your neck.*

"Oh my God, you know I just want to say, you silver-tongued devil." "Of course. I need to, because I have a feeling you are going to keep me on my toes for the rest of our lives." He kissed her forehead. "Now stop arguing and let me buy my fiancée the ring she wants." "I don't—" He kissed her. Right there in the middle of Tiffany & Co., with Tanya watching, other customers probably staring, and Liam somewhere outside seething. Wyatt kissed her like they were the only two people in the room. No one else mattered.

There was no dominance but a call for remorse. "Your mind is made up but I hope you don't get upset with me in the morning," he said before meeting her lips with his. The kiss started soft, growing stronger and stronger as the towel fell from her chest. Andrew lowered his eyes, raking the perfect breasts with pink nipples hard as a rock, pointing at him. His hunger for her was unquenchable, as he lifted her gently, placing her on the bed.

It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

Put her hand against his face. He closed his eyes. Leaned into it. She felt him breathe. Really breathe. Like he had been waiting to do that since the night she had spilled champagne on him in a ballroom in New York and laughed before she could stop herself. "Elena," he said. "I know," she said. She did. She knew exactly. Outside the window Singapore was moving into evening. The light changing. The harbour going gold. The buildings catching it and holding it the way things held things when they were built to last.