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He says before he dives in and plants his lips on my lips. My eyes widens as I feel his lips beginning to move now. My lips aren't still moving because I can't believe Gage is actually kissing me. I'm bewitched by how great he is kissing me. I'm exhilarated by how it felt to be kissed by Gage Stockholm. Never in my dream did I ever wanted to be kissed by someone as huge as Gage. Maybe it's been my dream to be kissed by Zac Efron, Dave Franco, Alex Pettyfer and maybe Theo James. But no, I'm kissed by Gage. The Gage Stockholm from Silver Spade that my best friend has been crazy about for five years.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

As our gazes intertwined, he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. In that tender kiss, I tasted love, support, and an unspoken promise. He whispered against my lips, his words a gentle affirmation of his unwavering presence. "I'll always be here for you, Gabriella. Together, we can overcome anything." In that embrace, time seemed to stand still as we held each other in a cocoon of love and understanding. His kiss, like a healing touch, swept away my doubts and fears, leaving behind a sense of serenity and determination.

“It happened! It actually happened! I'm freaking vibrating, babe!” “It was just a kiss,” I said weakly, trying not to combust from their reactions. They both slapped the table. “JUST A KISS?” Grace practically screamed. “You kissed Kurtis freaking Otias! That man has the face of sin, the voice of temptation, and the walk of a Greek god who pays taxes. AND YOU WANNA CALL IT JUST A KISS? Are you deranged?!” Genny hugged me tightly like I had just won a global kissing competition. “I’ve always wondered what those damn sexy lips tasted like, babe! I’m so proud of you!”

I say softly. “No problem,” he replies, leaning in to place a wet kiss on my cheek. “There you go... your first kiss... you are luckier than Levi... I’m pretty sure none of us wear lipstick.” And just like that, I’m showered in kisses from all directions—hugs and pecks from friends and family alike. Just as I feel the familiar flutter of Gerald’s approach, I hear Levi’s voice booming from outside the tent. “Okay, guys, get off my bride... I am coming back in now.”

"This—I mean, this is over the top Zander, we go through all this for a show. This isn't a real honeymoon; there is no need to—" "Is it?" Zander said as he drew Elvie closer and pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss that felt unlike any other kiss he had ever experienced. It wasn’t because of the witnesses gathered from not so far away, taking pictures, or the solemnity of the show, like it was a movie set. It was a kiss that had a sacred element to it. A promise had been made, and this kiss sealed it. Her lips clung to his, her hands resting against his chest, her right one over the thud of his heart.

I kiss up to her jaw then back down to her collar bone. My lips start to trail past her collar bone and to her upper chest. Her tank top shows the top of her breasts but doesn't show much, leaves a lot of room for my imagination. We've never gone past kissing, I may have kissed her neck a few times but not this low. So I flip us over to I'm on top. She squeals in surprise but then lets out a low moan when I kiss the top of her breast. I place small kisses on the top of her chest before I lift her tank top up to her ribs. I duck my head down and kiss the space between her ribs and trail down her stomach. My lips reach the waist band of her shorts and her hips move slightly. I smirk before I g

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.