Novel & Cerita He Kissed Me Goodbye

He stopped me just inside the penthouse, one hand gently catching my arm. He leaned in and kissed me goodbye. It wasn’t quick. It was slow, deep, and full of everything we hadn’t said out loud yet. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer for a moment, like he was reluctant to let go. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine for a second. “I’ll talk to you later,” he said quietly, voice rough. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Then I left.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

he replied and I was taken aback again when he kissed the side of my head to say goodbye. Good Lord, I will never get used to this.

Yes ma’am, as he kisses me goodbye while walking out the door. One more for good luck, I give him another kiss and not just any kiss. A kiss that says I am going to have you when you return. “Wow, he says, now I am feeling all giddy inside.” Just remember that when you fix what problem you are having at your company. Oh, I will most certainly remember that, bye. Bye, I say to him.

I finally walked out of his car and waved at him. I watched him wave back before driving off. The moment he was gone, I heaved a deep sigh of relief. Finally he had left, but I still can't think straight. Getting to my room, I quickly showered and changed into my nightwear. Standing in front of the huge mirror in my room, I slowly took my finger to my lips. Though it's been some hours since the kiss with Kyle, I could still feel some lingering sensation on my lips. I can't believe that I had been kissed by Kyle Emerson. I have dreamt of this scene over and over again, and to think that this wasn't one of those dreams was something terribly shocking for me.

she looked at his hazel eyes. Chris caressed her cheeks, "I was in need of caress and when I saw the love of my life walk to the restroom, I couldn't help myself." Kimberly pushed his palms away from her cheeks, "and we ended up doing more than caress." "Don't tell me that you regret it," he looked anywhere but not her, "because I don't." He was telling the truth and she knew it, "I don't and I'll never do that." He pecked her lips.

he said. “I know you will.” “And every day.” “I know.” “Mia.” His voice dropped. “I’m coming back.” “I know that too.” She looked at his face. Memorised it, not that she needed to, she knew it completely, but she did it anyway. “Go.” He kissed her. Not brief, thorough. The kind of goodbye kiss that said everything that had been left unsaid in the drive and the car park and the grey morning. She kissed him back.

Somewhere between physical therapy sessions and late-night conversations, between the way he looks at me like I matter and the way he treats Chase like family, I started caring about Kade Kingston. And that's exactly why I have to walk away. I move closer. Close enough to smell his cologne, see the gold flecks in his eyes. Close enough to feel his breath hitch when I lean in. I kiss his cheek. Soft. Quick. A goodbye disguised as gratitude. He goes completely still. Not pulling away, not moving closer. Just frozen. "Thank you," I whisper against his skin. "I wish we had met under different circumstances." I pull back, memorizing his face.

“I can’t lose you again. Not like this. Not when I just—” He didn’t finish the sentence. Just leaned in and kissed me. It was nothing like our first kiss in his room when he’d been drunk and desperate. This was soft, careful, tasting of salt from tears—his or mine, I couldn’t tell. It was a goodbye kiss. A please-don’t-go kiss. A kiss that said all the things we’d been too scared or too stubborn to say out loud. When we broke apart, he was crying, tears streaming down his face unchecked.

He kissed me on the top of my head. "Goodnight, Amber. I’ve missed you so much." I kissed his hand, not daring to turn around or I wouldn’t be able to control myself. "I’ve missed you too."