Novel & Cerita A Morning Kiss At Tiffany's

"Don't touch my pet again. Or else..." I was so speechless. I did not even hear the following words he said before diving back to the water along with the vaquita because of shock. The only things in my mind right now were his piercing golden eyes that felt like they pierced through my soul and his golden tail that looked like a molded gold that looked so divine as he swam away. The sunlight has finally peaked at the horizon. For the first time, I did not feel the amazement that I usually feel every time I see the dawn of the day.

“You can’t be real. Too perfect to be real.” With his eyes still twinkling with delight, he leaned in and kissed me. And those lips. Dear God. They should come with a warning. Too hot to handle first thing in the morning. Easing closer, he opened his mouth and, bam, I groaned, sliding my body under his without realizing what I was really doing, just needing friction, more friction everywhere. He tasted good. Too good. The turd must’ve gotten up sometime recently and gargled with my mouthwash or something, because no morning breath could ever possibly taste this good. Oh hell. What if my morning breath was atrocious? What if—

She pondered silently, scouring her memories for hints. Then it dawned on her, a lightbulb moment that sent a jolt of recognition through her. This was… She swallowed hard, recalling the tall figure she had met at the lobby bar of the First Crystal Hotel. Her heart raced as she made the connection. While Fidelis continued to speak, she was lost in her thoughts, covering her mouth in disbelief. ‘Oh no! He was the bartender I kissed at the hotel! I am in deep trouble!’ She glanced at her outfit, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Oh no! I'm wearing the same dress! I - AM - IN - TROUBLE! “Did I really... kiss a CEO?”

“You’re weak!” McKenzie argues as she dusts off the grand piano. “You two kissed, he admitted to you he’s a little obsessed with sex, and you freaked out and left?” “Yes! McKenzie!” I argue while I try scrubbing the toilet in this tiny spare bathroom. “We kissed and I left him. And he admitted to me about the sex thing before we kissed. Why does it matter?” Her scoff echoes through the living room. “When’s the last time you had a dick in you?”

Fake Love, Real Cracks The morning light bled through Ava’s curtains, but it did nothing to warm the chill in her bones. On the table in front of her was a photograph. It had arrived in a black envelope — no note, no return address. Just the image: Damon and Serena. Tangled in each other. Kissing. The date in the corner? Exactly one week after her staged death. Her hands shook. Not from heartbreak — that would’ve required trust. But from the sharp sting of betrayal she’d dared to pretend wasn’t real.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

"And it's not just because I was badly missing you. Well, of course I was. But I... I really wanted to be with you, like - not just like this. And, that Thursday night, when you've already fallen asleep, I actually asked you... if you would want to marry me." K thought she couldn't be surprised anymore, but she proved herself wrong again. A smile crept up on her lips, crapping herself out with Jesse's revelation. "Of course, you didn't hear it cause you were sleeping dead like a possum." He continued, injecting a little humor into their conversation. "But that thought didn't leave my mind. So yesterday, during lunch, I happened to drop by this deli near Soho. And next thing, I found myself i

Some time later, I am done with my bath. I smell like my favorite scent of honey and Shae butter. I dress in St. Laurent mini dress that is sleeveless and has deep dip in the front. Showing my breasts nicely. I hope I can find a good dick to sink into. I hear my intercom buzz, and my doorman tells me Tiffany is waiting for me. Show time! I think to myself as I head down to the lobby. We see each other for the first time in months and we squeal like annoying little girls as we embrace.

, she said. I mumbled something about, it was pretty much probably a one time thing, but if we did go again, Jennifer could let her know. I could tell by Tiff's facial features that she knew a lot more then she was letting on. In fact, I became to get somewhat annoyed with Jennifer sharing this much of our private life with someone else. I am guessing Jennifer noticed it too, quickly changing the subject to how close it was getting to one o'clock. We all finished up and I motioned to our waitress for the check. Both ladies were relatively quiet as I waited for my credit card to come back. Finally the waitress returned, I signed the receipt and we started out for the door. Once outside, Jenni

He says, winking at her, flirting. She couldn’t help but smile at his pickup line. But she didn't reply. "Ooh...I've never been rejected so sweetly." The young man says, practically blushing. "Have a good day fella's," she says waving leaving the cafe. “Oh, my goodness it works. I’ve never had that kind of attention before.” Treasure says excitedly as she heads to work. When Treasure drives up, she sees two workmen securing the hand-carved sign over the display window. Tiffany had kept paper over the store windows to maintain the surprise effect until the last minute. But once the sign was in place, it was time to unveil her beautiful new lingerie shop.