Hide Your Heart By Kiss Novels & Stories

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

"No one will see. It's just you and me." "Serafina," Alessio sighed, cupping her face into his hand as he rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone, lost in thought. "Just this one exception," "Just this one," She agreed. Exhaling through his nose, Alessio leaned down as Serafina stood on her tiptoes, meeting him halfway as the contact of their lips had Alessio's heart feel at ease. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of them savoring it in the setting sun.

🎵 Don't tell me it's not worth trying 'for And can't tell me it's not worth dyin 'for you know it's true Everything I do- I do it for you 🎵 My heart gave out and I finally responded to his kisses. 🎵 Look into your heart- you will find There's nothin 'there to hide Take me as I am, take my life I would give it all, I would sacrifice 🎵 I opened my eyes when he stopped kissing me. Our puffy eyes met again. The second time I was swallowed again. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself kissing you, Boss—”

"Is your heart telling you to lock me up?" "Yes." Tyler chuckled. "I've been thinking of doing this since we got together." Lowering his head, his finely chiseled features drew near as he whispered softly, "I love the way you play the piano; you look so beautiful, dazzling, and radiant when you play, but I despise seeing you perform on stage because I detest the way other people look at you. At that time, I used to imagine how great things would be if only I could hide you away. I knew you wouldn't like being confined, so I buried those thoughts deep within my heart. I believed that this idea of mine would never come to fruition, yet..." His lips pressed against her earlobe and his deep and

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

The kiss deepened, and a hand slid toward the small of my back, holding onto me as if he never wanted to let go. I had trouble breathing. The silence between us felt heavy with words, feelings we'd hid from ourselves for too long now. His mouth was soft and demanding in the kiss, but I melted into it as though time didn't exist and my hands went up to his chest, moving there to check on the solid, steady beat of his heart underneath them.

Though his head felt heavy, Kylie didn't dare move, afraid to disturb him. Suddenly, Jonathan wrapped his arm around her and buried his face into the crook of her neck, his hoarse voice whispering softly, "I've missed you." His breath was warm and intense against her ear. Kylie tensed, a rush of heat flooding her skin. The soft friction of his body against hers stirred something deep inside, sending waves of tension through her. Jonathan tightened his hold around her, then pulled her into his arms, his lips descending on hers. His kiss was sudden yet gentle, his lips softly pressing against hers as his tongue teased her mouth.

" And then, he leaned down, tilting his head, lips inches from mine. But before his mouth could meet mine…. His phone was ringing. Cal stepped back. "I need to get this." I swallowed, trying to suppress the sudden surge of disappointment. He pulled out his phone, reading the screen before answering. His whole attitude shifted. Seriously Cold. Professional. As if the guy who was about to kiss me just now had disappeared into space. Before I could even think about it, he turned slightly and whispered, "By the way, your wedding gift has been credited in your bank account."

Sophia had a theory. That the heart could misinterpret kindness as something more. Like how, when Daniel said, “You don’t have to hide,” she replayed it in her head for three days straight like it was a love confession instead of just a kind thing someone says to their best friend’s sister. She told herself not to read into it. Really, she did. But then he’d smiled at her — that slow, soft smile of his — and said, “You okay?” again, like he actually cared.

I heard him murmur softly, "That lead singer’s voice has a wild edge to it. Interesting." Then he walked straight toward me. Obviously, he didn’t recognize me. He sat through my entire set before gently handing me a glass of water afterward. I looked into his deep, dark eyes, and my cheeks immediately started heating up again. I was just about to tell him who I really was. Then, in the next second, he said, "You're special. Like a rose covered in thorns. You're the strongest girl I've ever met." I froze. Wait a second.