How To Kiss Your Best Friend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was too dumbfounded to react to his sneak attack, so when he pulled back, she looked at him with wide eyes. He put the sketchbook on top of the fridge and looked at her. He lightly flicked her nose with the back of his finger. “Don’t cry because of anyone, especially other guys. It makes me upset.” He told her, “I love it when you’re smiling and laughing.” She looked down, feeling upset again now that he reminded her. “What happened back there?” he asked her. “Zack... Has been my best friend since high school and I never saw him as a man. A few days ago he confessed to me and I never gave him a straight forward answer. But he got mad and... And... Forced a kiss on me.” She told him.

I give him my best pout, my eyes wide and pleading, hoping to sway him with my charm. He chuckles, clearly unable to resist my playful demeanor. “Of course, anything for you,” he replies, his tone teasing yet affectionate as he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss is tender, a sweet connection that sends a rush of warmth through me. It’s a moment that feels both intimate and light, a perfect way to transition from the day’s work to a relaxing evening spent together.

“Us, when we were still teenagers. When we were still best friends.” “Why? Do you miss it? We can still be like that.” “Just best friends?” I immediately close my mouth the moment that came out of my mouth. He smiles widely and kiss me on the lip. “Best friends don’t kiss each other on the lips… and a best friend shouldn’t be looking like me like they have feelings for me.” I don’t know where I gather that confidence.

I don’t recall any of the servants kissing each other and most of them were friends. She gave me a thoughtful smile. “You haven’t been kissed before… Have you?” I shook my head, feeling myself blush. “Well… Bart is my best friend. And my amazing lover- So, yes, for some friends, kissing is normal. It’s a sign of affection or respect. It just depends on the context.” A sweet smile touched her lips. “Your first kiss should be special. So, if you aren’t comfortable, then don’t waste it. You only get one first kiss and it’s the one you remember for your whole life.” I nodded silently and continued to eat. “Have you caught him staring at you?”

I wouldn't deny the fact that I feel fly at this very moment. This was my very first kiss in my entire life, and I'm getting it from no one else but my brother's friend on his birthday. Suddenly I felt something ticklish intrude into my mouth, and it made me want to melt in his arms. Kyle didn't as much as give me space, he burrowed into my mouth and at the same time, he began to move his hands down my back and further down to my hips. This felt magical. I had no idea this is what it feels like to be kissed. I had played this scene over and over in my head, but I had no idea this was actually what it felt like.

Never in my life did I think I would have to kiss my best friend. Cillian moved closer. I hesitated a little, but there was no way to escape. Rowan was watching us. In an instant, Cillian captured my lips, kissing me slowly and passionately. I found myself melting into him, returning the kiss. And this is my first time kissing my best friend.

She whispered. "I do!" He replied and she stretched her hands forward and pulled him into an hug. "I'm sorry for using you to make Killian jealous, " she whispered and he nodded slowly. "Well if it involves kissing me, I don't mind!" He replied playfully as they disengaged and she hit his hands playfully. "Stop playing!" She whispered and they both laughed. "I love you best friend!" He said with a small smile. "I love you too!" She whispered.

HINEY Lodge kisses me like he’s been thinking about it for a lot longer than a year. His mouth is on mine and his hand is in my hair and I’m making sounds I’ve never made before because this is Lodge. My best friend. The person I’ve known for ten years who apparently kisses like he’s trying to consume me whole. When he pulls back we’re both breathing hard. “How long have you wanted to do that?” I ask. “Too long.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Can I do it again?”

I reach my hand out to her, willing her to take it. She looks at it for a few seconds, and then to my surprise, she does. A sob escapes my throat and I kiss her knuckles, thankful that my very best friend in the world has just given me an olive branch, however small it is.

“Yeah. I was thinking of getting a new one, anyway.” He groaned into his fist. “I love you,” he declared, coming to kiss her cheek. “So damn much.” What the actual fuck? Was this what having a best friend was like? Kissing them? How many times had this happened? I scowled at him, and he took a step back. “I’ll see you at work.” He said, making a beeline for the door.