I Kiss You Novels & Stories

She shrugged and said, "Never in a million years I would have thought about it that back then. Kyle! I was still eleven!" Gaby clearly saw the hurt in Kyle's expression that she promptly embraced her man, looked at him with puppy eyes and said, "But I'm glad we met again and so... our stars collided once more... I just love you, handsome." "I love you too, beautiful." Kyle wrapped his arms around Gabrielle, pecking on her forehead. He said, "And I'm relieved, I am your first kiss and not that asshole, Warren!" Another set of laughter left Gabrielle's lips. She tipped her toes to peck on the man's rims and said, "I am too... I am overjoyed, you were... apparently my first kiss!"

I kissed him hungrily. The end

“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.”

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?"

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

“I’ll give you my body but you’d better be able to handle it like a man. I want you to fuck me, Theo. I want it hard and for me to scream out. I want you to make me come so hard I won’t recognize myself. Theo’s member reacted in his pants, also he could tell his heart was racing. I can handle anything that you throw at me. Sasha’s eyes were on fire with desire, and she inched in closer, her lips touching his. “Right. Well let’s begin shall we?” He leaned in for a kiss and gave her a deep french kiss, his tongue at play in her mouth. Sasha’s hands were on Theo’s body, her fingers running over the muscles of his chest and abs. She felt his erection against her, the heat from his body and chuck

I pulled my phone from my pocket slowly. Not trembling. Not shaking. Calm. Because the moment felt important. And important moments require proof. I edged closer, staying in shadow. I heard Iris say… “With you, I’m just Iris.” That did it. That sentence alone could burn everything down. Then.. They leaned in. The kiss wasn’t wild. It wasn’t desperate It was worse Soft. Familiar. Like memory. Like they’d done it a hundred times before. I hit record. Just a few seconds.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.