Novelas y relatos de Hugs Kisses Xoxo

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

"Sorry, I always kiss on cheeks whenever someone gives me something." There was a tradition in Valentina's country. They greeted each other by kissing on their cheeks or whenever they got gifts. Xavier gripped her upper arm in a tight hold. Kissing cheeks for gifts!!!!! How many men did then get the feel of her soft petals against their skin???? Valentina was shocked with the sudden change. A while ago he was so soft and calm and suddenly this rage and anger. "How many men did you kiss??" Xavier asked in a deep voice, scaring the shit out of Valentina. Valentina aggressively started shaking her head in denial.

He's such an idiot. I near my face at his arm but when I'm about to kiss it, I punch it harder now. "There, there...I hope it will make you feel better baby." I laugh. "No kisses until it's official." I warned him. "I only like hugs, warm Olaf hugs." Maddox smiles, "Cuddles too?" I nod in agreement. Maddox sighs, contently, "Some people are just worth melting for..." he quotes.

******* How's it going for y'all? XOXO

__Love,Winnie Xoxo

Is it by kissing? -------

He reached out, taking her trembling right hand in his, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss directly against her knuckles. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," Xavier murmured, his deep voice wrapping around her like a warm blanket.

Leaning closer, we rest our foreheads together. After a moment’s rest, Xim kisses my temple. I’m surprised, but I don’t pull away, instead taking the comfort. He smells delightful, woodland musky, with a hint of sun and flowers, and now a sweet smell, like the air around the trees. I lean closer to bask in his scent, unable to help myself. His eyes are closed, showing how much trust he has in me at this moment. I allow my lips to brush up against his cheek. Sparks erupt as I plant a kiss on his cool skin. Soft, sweet, and straightforward. However, I don’t let it linger as I would with Kimarhi or Imagyn.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

I love you guys so much, kisses and hugs. RARE