Hide Your Heart By Kiss Novels & Stories

But for some reason, her heart is beating a little too loudly. “I changed my mind,” he whispers. “Seeing your nervous expressions amuse me. I wonder what’ll happen if I do tell everyone that we kissed. Don’t you think you’ll become more popular among the students?” Halsey’s lips tremble in fear. Popularity is the last thing she wants. All she wants is a peaceful life. “But you don’t want to reveal it,” he guesses correctly. “Which only makes me want to reveal it.” “P-Please don’t!” she begs. “I…”

Hmm, hmm And you don't have to keep it quiet And I know it makes you nervous But I promise you, it's worth it She kissed his eyes. To show 'em everything you kept inside Don't hide, don't hide Too shy to say, but I hope you stay Don't hide away He reached up, taking a curl of his between her fingertips. Come out and play He touched her face gently, making her turn and kiss his hand. His breath hitched. Look up, out of your window See snow, won't let it in though Leave home, feel the wind blow 'Cause it's colder here inside in silence You don't have to keep it quiet

She knew that if she remained there for a few minutes more, then Abeer would easily found out about her secrets which she was hiding from everyone. "Why my heart is thumping so loudly in my chest? Why it feels that first time in my life I did not feel uncomfortable being so closed to him. I am sure if it was not Abeer then I definitely, started getting anxiety attacks after facing that kiss incident which happened accidentally. ", Khushi asked to herself, embracing her chest with her both hands as the air blowing outside was making the atmosphere really chill.

’ He squeezed my hands. ‘But you told me not to fall in love with you!’ ‘So I put it in a song to hide it.’ He looked into my eyes. ‘I thought I could hide it. I thought if I ignored it, it would go away. All these feelings.’ He recited the lyrics again. ‘I’m so goddamn attracted to you, Rose Cintilar. But I’m so fucking selfish that I pushed you away.’ He kissed my lips and then I realised that they were trembling—and I was crying hard again.

My heart thunders loudly in my chest as Dante gently strokes the side of my face, his lips a breath away from mine. “You hide your heart,” I finally say ignoring the way I can feel his breath tickle my cheeks. “And I understand why you need to shelter it. You have enemies waiting for a weakness to exploit but you don’t have to hide. At least not from me, Dante.” It feels like an eternity and a second at the same time. Dante finally lifts his head, voice low and airy as he says, “I want to kiss you, may I?”

Our eyes met, making my heartbeat stopped, I should do something, run, hide, scream… kiss her. Just do it, I pursed my lips, my hand still in hers. Our breath falling out in sync, she couldn’t break the electricity coursing through our bodies by looking away either. I heard a huge clash, and both of us looked away. My heart is beating loud, too loud and I thank the sound system from saving me from the embarrassment. What if she heard it, I panted, my forehead began to sweat. Her grey eyes made me see heaven, is this what love does to you?

“When it was private, it was ours. Even when it hurt, it was ours. Now it feels like everyone owns a piece of it.” His jaw tightened slightly. “They don’t.” “It doesn’t feel that way.” Silence stretched between them. Not cold. But heavy. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “You think I kissed you for them?” Her voice softened. “No.” “I kissed you because I’m tired of hiding. Because I’m tired of acting like loving you is something that needs to be managed.” She swallowed. “But what if this makes it worse?” “For who?” “For you.”

"I had not heard that melody in twelve years." Elena realized she had stopped breathing. She had not known she was humming. She never knew. It was the thing people told her about herself that she could never catch herself doing because it only happened when she was deep enough inside something that the surface of her had gone quiet. "Alexander," she said. "I know," he said. "That is." She stopped. Started again. "I did not know I did that." "I know you didn't," he said. "That is why I never told you." He looked at her. "It was mine for a while. Something I wasn't ready to share."

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

Too scared to go further, too scared to move back. It was only when her hands curved around his back that he finally caved in, capturing her lips with his. He exhaled, crushing her to him as he hungrily fed on her mouth. She returned his hunger, clutching his shirt as she held on for dear life. It wasn’t the hurt she remembered anymore, it was how it has been between them whenever he kissed her. This time she hadn’t forced him to do it, she had seen the vulnerability in his eyes and his fear and it melted her heart.