He Kissed Me Goodbye Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ll be the anchor even if you don’t love me, but I can’t be an obstacle when you love someone else.” I hated how much that broke me. We kissed one last time. Not desperate or passionate or confused. Just… gentle. Like two people saying thank you for what we were, and goodbye to what we couldn’t be. He held the back of my neck as though memorizing the shape of me. I kissed him like an apology—one I didn’t know how to put into words. Now, standing at the window, I touched my lips lightly. The taste of goodbye still lingered. I padded downstairs in silence. The house felt asleep, peaceful.

Our lips moved in sync, and I parted my mouth slightly, inviting him in, letting his tongue dominate mine. Everyone and everything faded around us. Heat pooled low in my stomach as electricity crackled where our bodies touched. I poured my farewell into that passionate kiss, hoping never to forget this moment. A treasured memento. He gripped my waist gently while the delicious sparks coursed through my body. I finally tore my lips away from his to catch my breath. His eyes were darker than normal, making my breath hitch. I’m sure my eyes looked wild. His forehead came down on mine, and he breathed in deeply, then nuzzled his nose in my neck. I tilted my head slightly to the right, giving him

“Are you good?” He smiled, a slow, gentle smile that reached his eyes. He leaned into her touch, a small moment of pure contentment. He took her hand and kissed her palm, his lips soft and warm against her skin. “I’m good,” he said, his voice a whisper. “I’m good now.” He kissed her deeply again, a final, lingering kiss that promised a future that would never come.

“You won’t. Not in this lifetime, Amara.” Their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Martins cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally, her lips. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with meaning; the kind that speaks where words fail. Amara responded, her arms wrapping around his neck. He held her close, as though afraid she might vanish again. The kiss deepened, each movement gentle and intentional, every breath shared like a vow. He guided her back onto the bed and then pulled back slightly, brushing her lips with his thumb. Their legs wrapped against each other, and their bodies collided, their eyes met, yearning for something deeper.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

She looked at me for a long moment like she was trying to read the part of me I never let anyone see. “Frank…” I swallowed hard. Her voice was small, cracked. “Don’t kiss me again.” I stepped closer. “Why not?” “Because it’ll confuse me more.” “It confuses me too.” Her eyes widened. And before either of us could say another word, I did the only thing I could manage without losing my mind: I stepped back. “Text me if you need anything.” She nodded softly. I walked to the door. Before leaving, I looked at her one last time.

Isla whispered, her voice suddenly hoarse. I closed my eyes tightly, holding back the tears that were ready to spill over at any moment. I bowed my head and pressed my lips gently against Isla’s warm forehead, giving her a deeply heartfelt goodbye kiss. "Mommy will miss you so much, too, sweetheart. Take good care of yourself over there, okay?”

He collapsed on me, and we are both lying on the table, his broad chest is crushing my breast, but the warmth that he is providing to my body is the best thing that happened to my eyes. He looked at me, his gaze never wavering, and pressed a deep kiss to my lips. "I love you... and this is the hardest goodbye," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently as I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "I love you too," I whispered, offering him a bittersweet smile. "But for me, this is the best goodbye." He exhaled sharply, pulling away as he grabbed a shirt from the chair and slipped it over my body. Then, he reached

" I promise, you will never see me again. " I shivered feeling my chest being crushed because of this promise. He is smiling genuinely yet there are tears in his eyes hanging there. " Umera. " He kissed my lips slowly when I mumbled his old name, he held my whole body in his. His body is warm and strong. I was longing for his touch, for his comfort, even if for just tonight. We spent hours like this, I pretended to be asleep because I didn't want to say goodbye yet. But he did kiss me goodbye before he leaves.

We won’t see one another until Sunday - I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t miss him too. We stand there for a few seconds until he pulls away and cups my face in both of his hands, peering into my eyes before kissing me deeply. This kiss felt different… it felt like goodbye. Drawing his forehead to mine, he breathes out a sigh. “I’m going to fucking miss you,” he whispers. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have spent our entire breakfast lying to me,” I say, watching his eyes widen at my words. He flounders, but I simply give him a small smile and shake my head before climbing into the SUV without his help.