Fruit Basket Kisses Novels & Stories

I loved this expression of his. As we part from the hug, the man slowly starts inching towards me. I too, close my eyes in anticipation. The sweet kiss shared was like a kiss under the peach tree. Delicate, loving and mature. Taking a deep breath away, I smile at the man who smiles back. *ring!* Our heads turn towards the alerting sound of something falling. It was, in the distance, Eden and Jasmine having a muffled pushover at each other, blaming one another for dropping the metal crates and creating the disturbance.

The breakfast consisted of bran cereal bars, with milk, dry fruits, and French toast and kisses, kisses, and more kisses. “We are acting like teenagers!” She remarked, putting an almond in my mouth. I kissed her cheek before slipping that same almond into her mouth, “I intend to stay like this, even when we grow older.” “Should I ask them to bring more cashews?” I asked her handing over her coffee cup. “Nah! After coffee, I need more kisses.” I chuckled at her boldness but felt her go rigid against me when I spoke the next words, “I am all in for the kisses, princess. But remember? We need to talk!”

I am surprise when someone suddenly speaks making me look around. I feel my face burns when I see Leo standing on the side going to the back door of the house. “Y-Yes Leo, did something happen? W-Why are you looking for me?” I ask out of words to say. My heart beat suddenly hammers so loudly and beats so fast. “I-I just thought of checking on you since Miss Lana is busy helping the others. I thought you might like to have some of these.” Leo said as he extends his hand holding a basket full of different kind of weird looking fruits.

"One last thing, I hope you understand that I am... passionate." Having said that, he kissed her lips. The soft touch reminded him of the cherry juice, sweet and intoxicating. He stared closely at her long eyelashes, his throat tightening. Opening his mouth, he bit her lip, savoring it repeatedly. Heloise didn't resist, but she felt extremely uncomfortable, somewhat stiff as he kissed her. He grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers against the door, kissing her boldly, savoring more. The fruit grown in the slums was indeed damn sweet. She is the fruit.

he said, showing me a basket which was in his hand. "I have washed them all you can have," he said while handing me a basket full of fresh-picked fruit. "Aww, you didn't have to do that. Thank you" I said while taking the basket from his hand. "Come here," I said, opening my one arm to hug him. He bent down and hugged me. "It's so sweet of you," I said with a big overwhelmed smile on my face and I kissed him on his cheeks. He is so sweet. He smiled shyly at me.

It came with a note that read ‘Dear Lassa, Since you’ve blocked me on your phone and blacklisted me from your office, this was my only option. I just want to apologize for what I asked of you yesterday. It was thoughtless of me, especially after everything we’ve been through. Please accept my gift as a token of how much I need your forgiveness. I still remember that these are your favorite. Kris.’ The basket was filled with small, heart-shaped chocolates. There had to be at least 50 of them. “Oh, that’s sweet,” Luisa commented, earning a hard glare from Thalassa.

He brings my finger to his lips and presses a kiss against the very tip of it. My abdomen tightens at this tame action. “But I can do my very best to change your mind.” His smile is both wicked and charming, and I can’t get my traitorous heart under control. I watch helplessly as he turns my hand around to press a wet kiss to the center of my palm. “Let’s see which one of us manages to hold out the longest.” “Charlotte, the lemon tarts are cool—” Jazz’s voice dies as she walks out of the kitchen and straight into the scene playing out before her. “Ah, you two need some privacy?”

He didn't need further encouragement; he gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began tenderly, a soft meeting of lips, exploring and testing boundaries. But as the seconds ticked by, the intensity grew. The initial gentleness gave way to a fervent hunger. Hazel responded eagerly, matching Francisco's passion, their lips and tongues intertwining in a dance of desire.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

“I have intended to use this trap on Lucas Harrison if he ever dares to come here again, but he's forcing me to use it too early.” “If I'm not mistaken, is this what you referred to as his weakness?” Isla asked. Heidi sighed and nodded as a particular memory flashed in her mind. “Lucas Harrison is…” “Good morning, My Love?” Heidi trailed off, blinking at the figure of the man approaching with a huge basket. Inside the basket were different varieties of tropical fruits. Heidi got to her feet, her eyes fixed on the colorful fruits, her mouth watering. “Do you like them?” Lucas stopped in front of her, smiling.