He Kissed Me Goodbye Novels & Stories

I look at Sloane in gross disappointment. Sloane brushes off my question, “All I'm just saying is, we will get a better life aside from all of them. You know…” Her cute brown eyes and short hair gleam as she looks me in the face and adds, “You will be fine. That's a promise.” “Let's get the Cheeseburger and go home.” I smirk my lip and nod. Looking through the glass, I was a little frightened of the people who sat in the open air in front of the restaurant. I can not tell Sloane that because I don't know. It will be wrong to say so.

We are now so close to each other, staring at each other, both of us breathing hard as the tension builds up. The next thing I know, he slams his lips on mine knocking all the wind from my lungs. He dives deeper into my mouth, pressing his tongue to the seam of my lips. This kiss is passionate. Indeed a goodbye kiss. Trent pulls back and stands staring at me. "I had to do that. Now I will have a great journey." I smile. "I wish you a great game." He waves at me. "Be safe. And be a good girl." He shuts the door and bumps into Karly.

I kissed him like I was drowning and he was the only air left in the world. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine. “I don’t ever want to lose you again,” he whispered. “You almost did,” I replied. He nodded slowly. “I know.” Then he looked at me with a smirk that I wanted to slap and kiss at the same time. “So… was that a take me back kiss or a kiss me goodbye one?” I bit my lower lip, trying not to smile. “Depends on how you behave for the next five days.”

She looks confused as fuck at first but Jacob throws eyes at her. "Ohh yeah, that thing. Well thank you for the wonderful evening. Love you Gigi, we'll see you guys" Soph kissed me goodbye. And then they were gone, making my heart speed up.

So much was the same as when we'd left, but somehow, everything felt different too. When we pulled up to her house, I felt my chest tighten. This was really happening. We were really saying goodbye, even if just for tonight. "I'll call you later," I promised. "We can talk before bed." "I'd like that," she said. She started to pull away, but I held onto her hand. "Kaelia, wait." She turned back to me, and before I could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't a quick goodbye kiss. It was deep and meaningful, full of everything we'd been through together and everything we still had ahead of us.

So easy to let go of everything. So I turn around. And I kiss him. Really. Deeply. As if it were the last time. Our bodies meet in this kiss that is no longer a crime but a farewell to everything else. I pull away, breathless. — Tonight. I hear my voice, distant. Tonight, we leave. Before she throws us out. Before she destroys us. He nods. His eyes shine with a wild gleam. He kisses me again. Harder. As if, already, we have nothing left to lose.

Before I could react, he threw himself on top of me, pressing us together again. His eyes locked on mine. Our bodies remained together, sweaty, desperate. He held my face between his large, calloused hands. And then he kissed me. But it wasn't a kiss of desire. It wasn't a kiss from someone who wanted to devour me. It was a kiss... goodbye. Soft. Painful. As if he were engraving that moment on my skin. I felt the sadness pass from his lips to mine. When he let go of my mouth, I looked at him...

he said Rico's hands cradled her face, his thumbs tracing gentle patterns on her skin. "One last time," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. The kiss was soft, tender, and heartbreaking. Time stood still as they savored the moment, the love they once shared has come to an end. Sophia's arms wrapped around Rico’s neck. For a while they forgot the world beyond their embrace. As they parted, Rico's eyes shone with unshed tears. "Goodbye, Sophia," he whispered.

His thumb—so gentle—brushed away my tears. And he leaned in. Kissed me. Soft. Trembling. Like goodbye. “I love you,” he whispered. And then— He was gone.

“But I’ll always cherish what we had.” Amber’s lips parted, her breath catching as she processed my words. Before she could respond, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. Not out of desire, not to reignite something that had long since faded, but as a goodbye. A farewell wrapped in the press of mouths and the lingering warmth of a touch that once meant something. She stiffened at first, her body tense beneath mine. But then she softened, her lips parting slightly, allowing the moment to stretch just long enough for us to understand it for what it was - closure.