Hugs Kisses Xoxo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I look around the ice cream shop—Liam happily eating his treat, Knoxx watching me with love in his eyes, normal families doing normal things all around us. "Right here. With you two. Building something new and healthy out of all this chaos." "I love you, Caroline Hill." "I love you too, Knoxx Wayne." Liam looks up from his ice cream. "Are you guys gonna kiss? Teacher says when people say I love you, they usually kiss." We laugh, and Knoxx leans across the table to kiss me gently. It tastes like vanilla ice cream and hope. "Eww," Liam says, but he's smiling.

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Not to Alex, I suppose. I still thought about the more intimate kisses, like those on the lips or neck. The neck kisses was on another level entirely. Once upon a time, I called kissing 'irritating'. Those smooching things and the rest were irritating and disgusting to me. But then, they could be a powerful expression of love, desire, or even dominance. They could create a deep connection between two people, bringing two people closer together and igniting a fire that’s hard to extinguish. I considered the kisses on other parts of the body, like the hands or forehead. These tender gestures can be a sign of comfort, reassurance, or even protection. They’re a way to show care and support for s

She even put hearts around my name like she said she would. “Let’s see… ‘amazing tongue’ ‘big dick’ ‘beautiful heart’. That has nothing to do with sex.” “When you’re making love, it does.” Willow smiled. “I like when you’re sweet during sex. When you gently kiss my forehead or touch my face. It makes making love even better.” My god I was dying to say those three small words so badly! I mean how could I not? Laying on top of me right now was everything I had never even realized I wanted.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

I wanted that kiss. He leaned in and I steadied myself, breathing in his intoxicating cologne. It was woodsy, yet had a clean scent that made me want more. He got close and then gave me a simple kiss on the cheek before pulling away. “Drive safe, okay?” he said, taking a step back. I was shocked. That’s it?

"Fine. We're just teasing you, Jackie. You know how I am. Don't take it seriously, okay? How about we get refill coffees and talk about something el—" "No," I said pointedly. There was no way I was standing down now. "I know you're teasing. But we're arguing about me being uptight right? I'm only going to show you that you're wrong. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just a kiss. A little kiss never hurt anyone," I laughed. As I spoke, my eyes darted toward the door as I prayed the café wouldn't have any other customers until it was time for me to leave.

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

Emma had offered to buy me a new one, but this one worked just fine, other than an old battery. I set the bouquet of flowers and the bags of extra Chinese food in the back seat, coming back around for one more kiss. Owen pulled me close, his lips and tongue hot compared to the winter's night. I kissed him like I was drowning and he was air. Like I needed him in order to breathe. I wasn't sure anymore that I didn't.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”