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He'd moved out to live with Helga, and she had just gotten out of the shower. Gently, she called out, "Shawn." Helga was only covering her top with a bra and the rest of her body with a piece of a towel. Her hair was half-dried, and the air around her was refreshing. She huddled closer to Shawn and bent over, wrapping her arms around him. "It's late. Why are you still texting her?" Shawn froze and locked his phone. He turned around. Helga was inches away, trying to kiss him, but he dodged. Wiping the liquid off his cheek, he asked, "How about I blow-dry your hair?"

Diamond finally broke the kiss and walked round the table, coming to stand right at his front and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer and slamming her lips on his again. Logan began running his hands on her back, down to her a*s. He moved his lips from hers and went on to kissing her neck, hitting her sensitive spot directly which made her give out a low moan as she began unbuckling his trousers. °=ARNOLD'S INVESTMENTS=° Arnold was in his office working on some files when a knock sounded on his door. He immediately gave the order for the person knocking to come inside the office and beta Zayn walked in immediately he pushed the door open.

He gently caressed her face, as if memorizing every feature, every detail that time couldn't erase. "Helena," Bruno whispered, his voice laden with tenderness and passion. "I've waited for this moment for so long." Helena felt her heart race as their proximity increased. She placed her hands on Bruno's shoulders, feeling their strength under her touch. "Me too, Bruno. I can't believe I'm here in your arms." Without further words, Bruno tilted his head and captured Helena's lips in a kiss filled with longing and accumulated desire. Their lips met passionately as if they were starved for each other. The kiss was an explosion of pent-up emotions, a meeting of souls that were finally reuniting.

Trust me. Wait, ripped in two? I watched as a thick black tail wrapped around my ankle. I made a split-second decision. I reached up, grabbed Arnold's face, and kissed him. Sure, we shared a bed for three years, but we had never kissed anywhere else. And definitely not a kiss like this. No tongue, just lips. Arnold froze. While he was still short-circuited, I switched to my sweetest voice. "He's just someone my family picked. I've never even met him. You're the only one in my heart."

This time Dante punches him in the arm. "Anyhoo, slap my tits and call me Ethel cause here she comes" He whistles "Here girl, come on" Helena bounces in the door. "Sorry guys, this place is huge. I walked right passed and..." She looks at the nametag on Arlo's top "O.M.G!! Your name is Arlo!! I've been calling you Arnold. Why didn't you say anything??!!" He puts the balls of his palms, in his eye sockets in frustration.

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.

I waited for him to put the salad in the fridge, then opened my arms, asking for him to bring me down, but he placed a kiss on my lips instead, settling himself in the space between my legs as what was supposed to be a chaste kiss inevitably turned into a passionate make-out session. Arnold picked me up and set me on the table, allowing his hands to travel all over my body, grabbing and squeezing at it as though he were trying take pieces of me. ‘‘I can’t resist you…’’ His voice was low and scratchy, and it was oozing with want as he mumbled the words against my lips.

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 hugs and squeezes me tight. Well, this is a surprise. I hug her back because God knows I need a hug right now. I’m definitely stressed. Her lips brush my cheeks and is going for my lips. I turn the other way so it’s not awkward like she’s trying to kiss me or something. She hugs me tighter. Squeezing the breath out of me. She turns towards me and her lips brushes my lips before I can turn away again. It’s intentional. She’s freaking trying to kiss me. Her breasts are pressed against mine and she’s rubbing them. I push her away. What the hell?

We would be one no matter what the other official or physical things meant. He closed the gap between us and our lips touched, sending electricity through my entire body. He pushed me back onto the couch and our kiss deepened. I wasn’t kissing my friend anymore. All the awkwardness was gone. I was kissing the man who was destined to love me. The man I was destined to love. When we broke apart to catch our breaths, I looked deep into his beautiful eyes. “I, Helena, princess of the black valley, accept you, Bennie, as my mate.” A flash in his eyes told me that I had done the right thing. A huge grin started to form on his face.