Henry And Charlotte Kiss Novels & Stories

“I’m Charlotte Knight.” The hum of the engine was the only sound between us for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t wrap my head around what had just happened. The whole wedding fiasco, the kiss, and now Liam Blackwood? The name swirled in my mind like an insistent whisper. How had I not recognized him sooner?

She slid the ring on his finger smiling looking at the camera. “Can we now kiss?” Silas smiled looking at her lips and Lara nodded her head in approval. “Yes hubby…. You may not kiss the bride.” She laughed loudly and they both yet again started to kiss each other while the government official was now taking the signatures of the eye witnesses. The senior maid Instantly walked up to Silas feeling a little embarrassed as he was busy kissing the girl. “Should I go ahead and inform your grandmother about the wedding?” She spoke happily and Silas nodded his head, looking at the maid In slight irritation.

The trauma supposedly left him unable to tolerate any physical intimacy. In seven years as mates, he had never once kissed me. He couldn't even share a bed without placing a barrier of blankets between us. And yet here he was, kissing Amber in front of everyone, without the slightest sign of discomfort. I was done living like this. Why not just let them be together? Why wouldn't he agree to dissolve our bond? "I've said all I have to say. Sign the papers or don't. Either way, I am ending this bond." I didn't bother explaining further. I grabbed my coat and turned to leave.

The way he used to speak to me. My entire body froze. No. No. No. Slowly, I moved closer. Then I looked through the opening. And the world shattered around me. David's hands were on Charlotte's face. His lips were pressed against hers. Charlotte kissed him back. Passionately. Comfortably. Like this wasn't their first time. Like they belonged together. The air disappeared from my lungs. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. I couldn't think. The man I had loved.

Charlotte’s POV I had assumed that the kiss would be on the cheek, a subtle turn of the head to make it appear real but not actually going through with it. I turned my head, expecting exactly that. So did Kieran, except he turned his toward me instead of away, and before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t a perfunctory peck on the lips, either. It was slow, and warm, and tender, and his mouth tasted like spearmint and him, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

Just when I think she's going to pull away, she’s crashing her lips back to mine as well, in an equally ferocious, hungry kiss I made sure to return. …… CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. The world doesn’t exist, not anymore. I barely recognize who I am right now. My hands rake in his hair, tugging on it with each clash of our lips against each other. My legs are draped over his, his hands gripping onto my hips, and tugging my hair back. Even though we’re seated, he is still very much taller than me.

It’s the choice to act despite it. Her throat tightened. She hated the way his words sank into her, hated the strange warmth beneath the danger of his voice. She looked down at her plate, refusing to meet his gaze again. The silence stretched until Dante spoke again, softer this time. “Do you know why I demanded the kiss?” Her head jerked up. “To humiliate me.”

It was obvious, but now she wondered if that love ever existed, given how different Charlotte was now. “This is a meeting,” Mrs. Henderson reminded them. “You can flirt later.” Charlotte placed her hand over her lips and chuckled. “Sorry for our manners.” “It’s okay,” said a man among them. “Youngsters in love are always like that.” “Hahaha.” Charlotte laughed it off instead of correcting them. Luther kicked her under the table, but she didn’t look at him. Two hours later, the meeting was over, and it was time to head back home. She was about to get into the car when someone grabbed her hand; it was none other than Milton.

She thought while staring into his eyes. Benjamin tilted his head, his gaze was on her pink plump lips. Charlotte gasped and tried to pull away. "Not here?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face. She shook her head while staring into his eyes. He leaned further over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Charlotte clutched onto his shirt and closed her eyes.

I interpreted and she was laughing hard on the screen. "You're really such a crazy girl, Cally! Poor guy," she said. and she was still smiling ear to ear, like a weirdo. "Why are you happy? We just met again," I asked as I rolled my eyes. She cleared her throat and grinned at me, "Well, isn't that romantic? He's your first kiss, you are his first kiss. That kiss happened 10 years ago and now you met again. My gosh, Cally, he might be your prince charming. Sadly, I didn't see his changes but girl, you should agree on dating him!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.