Don't Delete The Kisses Novels & Stories

I asked to clarify. “No. Just one kiss for every instance after the second mention,” he said confidently. “I still don’t get it,” I said. “Have you not been on a date before? Of course, it’s given that your date kisses you when he takes you home after your date, isn’t it?” he asked. He’s on point. The first kiss is part of the penalty for mentioning Quim’s name for the third time. “So, I better be careful not to mention his name for the third time,” I said.

I already missed the feeling of his touch, and I welcomed his lips with a delightfully pounding heart. Rominic chuckled softly against my mouth, before slowly, deeply, taking possession of my lips. This kiss was more intense than the first, lacking the urgency of lust, but abundant with love and passion, making my knees collapse from under me. Luckily, Rominic was quick to catch me, effortlessly lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he supported me by my bottom.

He said and leaned forward to kiss her cherry lips which can be sweeter than the cherry pie but Klara protested strongly. “Wait! No!” She pressed her lips tight not giving him the entrance and with great difficulty she managed to pull away from his kiss. Is that even a kiss? He’s eating her lips.

--- Not forceful. --- Just… certain. --- --- And then— --- He leaned in. --- --- Slowly. --- Carefully. --- --- Giving her time. --- Giving her space to change her mind. --- --- But she didn’t. --- --- Her eyes closed softly— --- And the moment finally crossed the line from almost… --- To something real. --- --- The kiss wasn’t rushed. --- It wasn’t overwhelming. --- --- It was soft. --- Intentional. --- --- A quiet meeting of something they had both been holding back.

He misses his kisses, his touches. Sebastian nods his head reluctantly, giving Killian a green signal who brings himself closer. Placing his hand behind Sebastian's head, he presses his lips against Sebastian's soft ones. It has been a long time since he last left those plump lips of Sebastian. Feeling like he is floating on heaven, he deepens the kiss, exploring Sebastian's mouth like he is in a treasure hunt. It doesn't take long for Sebastian to kiss back, matching Killian's level of desperation and passion. Minute stretches with their blissful kiss still in action. Killian finally breaks the kiss after a while, feeling hungry for more.

If Eleanor pursued this lead, it wouldn't take long to uncover that Marigold and I had known each other all along. Even though Marigold and I had been careful during the two years she was with Chester, there were still traces of our private communications. A chill ran through my body. My fingers felt numb, and I couldn't find the words to speak. It felt like I was waiting for her to pass judgment. But then Eleanor pressed "permanently delete" on the photo right before me. I stared at her in shock. "You… You're not going to report this?" Her gaze softened, and it was filled with sadness.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

He fought K's kisses, her lips and tongue tasted sweet and tart, like Twizzlers. K pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with such depth and intensity. "Do-over?" Jesse nodded, the tip of his nose against hers. "Hi." He breathed against her lips. "Hi." K smiled and kissed him again.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

Going through vaginas like I go through toothpaste. So the kiss isn’t soft. It isn’t gentle. It isn’t anything that can be confused with comfort. It is goodbye.