From Me To You Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

I heard him calling me when I opened the door but I was too embarrassed to look at him, so I didn't turn and came home directly. I love Aaryan, I want to do everything with him, from small dreams to big fantasies, I want everything with him. No doubt I have many wild thoughts with and about him but I would have loved this kiss if he was the one who initiated it however with Aaryan, everything happens the opposite of what I expected. Ever since I grew up, I always wished that the boy should confess his love first however in my relation, it was me who confessed it first. Even the kiss, I wanted Aaryan to do it first however even here I was the one who initiated it. A smile crossed my lips as I

Keysa said honestly. Aiys immediately hugged Keysa, "It's okay," said Aiys with tears in her eyes. "So the walk?" asked Keysa. Aiys immediately nodded quickly, "Yokk," Aiys spirit. Keysa and Aiys came out of the Promise Soul cafe. "How could I turn down the opportunity left with you," Keysa said quietly. No matter how hard a man will fall in front of the woman he loves Aiys returns home when orange sparkles fall on the blue sky. A day spent with Keysa is still not enough for him. Aiys brought a lot of things home, not royal but Keysa's gift.

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

Commencing something beautiful is a natural,cosmical feeling, it's a beautiful feeling that no one can pass the question easily, writers and poets still can't pass that expressional answer, it's a mystery! Especially when it has took one a decade or more to find that something beautiful. Well...May you excuse me for that, I go by the name of Mia Wood, I'm 22 years of age and I walk my journey with my best friend Chantelle Johnson till I find what I had been yearning for with my CEO, so this is the road I paved and walked on before I came across him. *************

Then he lowered his head and kissed me deeply and passionately. “Edna Jones was right after all,” I said, breaking the kiss for a bit. “What did she say?” Chase asked. “Just kiss me, Chase Maddox,” I responded. And he took my lips and kissed me like his life depended on it. THE END!

Matteo whispered “You are everything to me, Myra. My queen. My mate. My world.” He leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips brushing hers tenderly, savoring the moment. Then the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. His mouth moved against hers, his tongue gently seeking entrance. Myra moaned softly into the kiss, her hands clutching his shirt as she kissed him back with equal intensity. He pulled back slightly, only to kiss her again, this time more urgently. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. Myra tilted her head back, breathing heavily, her fingers threading through his hair.

"Now you're choosing." He kisses me.

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.

I whispered, stepping closer until the space between us disappeared entirely. I reached up, my thumb gently wiping away a stray tear running down her cheek. "But I know I don't want to spend another day pretending you mean nothing to me." I leaned down slightly, my breath warm against her skin. "I want to kiss you, Maya. If you don't want me to, tell me now and I'll leave." She didn't tell me to leave. Instead, Maya closed the distance instantly, slamming her lips onto mine with a desperate, fierce intensity that caught me completely off guard.

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.