Derek And Stiles Kiss Novels & Stories

To him, he's just protecting me, although the lines are blurring between that and stalking. I glare at him, and he glares right back, until his gaze shifts down for a moment, and his dark brows furrow. I know what he is looking at before I have a chance to cover it with my hair. The last thing I want is to explain to Eryk how Stace came to my room last night and for some bizarre reason I let him pin me in my bathroom to kiss me. "What's on your neck?" "None of your business," I snap back, drawing my hair over my shoulder to cover it.

"I want him to notice me, I don't care if he has a girlfriend" "They look so cute together and I adore them so much" "If my boyfriend does not behave like this, imma gonna break up with him" "He is so caring, can't you see how he opened her car door" They continued murmuring inaudible words among themselves and shockingly, Aaron hold Cercelia's waist and kissed her romantically in front of the students and the murmuring becomes louder echoeing. "I love this couples so much" "I am their biggest fans" They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of the

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

Upon finally doing so, the world felt hazy, save for her face. She smiled up at him, obviously enjoying his bewilderment. “I know. It's a surprise, right? Kissing someone like me. Consider it a bonus for all your hard work tonight.” She jokingly stuffed ten dollars into his shirt pocket. “Your tip. Thanks again, handsome. Enjoy your shift!” Fidelis stood in shock, watching her stroll away, utterly puzzled by the whole encounter. Next to him, Brown's eyes were wide, his hand covering his mouth in astonishment. After a lengthy pause, he stammered, “Mr. Fidelis… you… you kissed a girl…”

... Stella was pleasantly surprised, so much so that she didn't clock the trashed paste. "What gift are you giving me and Laurent?" she asked eagerly. I flashed a cryptic grin. "You'll find out on the wedding day. Oh, and you forgot again. I'm allergic to peanuts." ... The wedding day rolled around fast. I wore the groomsman getup Laurent had picked out for me, hanging back quietly as he and Stella posed sweetly for photos. When the photographer suggested a kissing shot, Laurent played coy. "Hold up. I'm not the groom today. The real one is over there."

My kick landed squarely on Derek's face. He fell backward, and blood gushed from his nose. The entire venue went dead silent as guests exchanged glances, not daring to make a sound. Everyone knew that whoever Lucille wanted to protect was practically untouchable. Even I, her fiance, was no exception. Derek struggled to get up from the floor, clutching his face and groaning. He shouted, "Don't you think you're overreacting, Spencer?! Lucille, I think my nose is broken. It hurts so bad!"

He said, gently lifting my chin until I was looking at him again. “Oh,” I said, the giddy feeling returning as I met his green eyes and saw the desire and happiness in them. “Okay.” “Good night, Trouble,” Derek whispered, and my eyes began to close, butterflies swarming my belly, as he leaned in. Then his warm lips pressed against my cheek, and my eyes shot open as he pulled away and took a step back with a grin. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Derek Moretti! If you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to all that is holy…”

Hell, mom and him were never seen together before, either. In response, Derek reaches from across the table, the BLT sandwich he ordered for me and our two, hot and sweet coffees, tugs the collar of my lacey baby-blue shirt and jerks me until my nose meets his. He places his big palm on my cheek, brushes his nose across mine and plants a wet kiss on my lips. When our warm lips touch, I gasp, and he uses this opportunity to insert his tongue into my mouth, deepening our kiss. After a few seconds in which I feel everything tingling, he breaks the kiss. I stare at him breathlessly while he brushes his dress shirt with his palm, unfazed.

It’s no use. “Don’t let her come between us, we are meant for each other!” Derek buries his head in my neck and kisses me at my pulse point. “Derek, snap out of it!” His hands drop to my waist, pulling me closer to him while he buries his face into my hair and inhales deeply. “You smell so good.” He murmurs. “I smell nothing like her, let me go right now!” Derek doesn’t listen. This isn’t going to work, I need help. “Ally! Ally, get help!” I scream, hoping she’ll hear me from the maids’ waiting room. Derek seems to be in his own world now, obsessed with kissing my neck and smelling my hair.

"He kissed you for the world to see. Is he actually going to play the boyfriend?" "It was a deal for a photo," Isaac said, his eyes following Santiago. "The kiss was extra. After tonight, he probably won't even remember my scent." He didn't mention the way Santiago had felt against him. The sheer, terrifying size of the man. Santiago didn't need a scout to tell him Derek Coleman was rattled. He could smell it across the ice—a sour, sharp scent of anxiety beneath the Bobcat’s expensive cologne. Derek wasn't smirking. He was twitching.