Novel & Cerita If Snowflakes Were Kisses

His deep and intense kiss floods my senses with the sensation of coming home, of completeness after a long sojourn in isolation. Jayden is next. His approach is softer, less urgent, but almost as charged with emotion. He cups my face, his thumb lightly brushing across my cheek as if to wipe away the hardships of our separation. When his lips meet mine, it's a softer landing—like snowflakes gently settling. The kiss is a whispered promise of everlasting love and an unspoken apology for the agonizing distance that had come between us. It feels like a sweet rain after a long drought.

My eyes slipped close, her fingers grazing my scalp. When we pulled away for air, she had a smirk on her face. "Seriously?" I said, amused. "That's two things on my bucket list, crossed out" she said. I raised a brow. "Kissing me is in your bucket list?" "No. A stolen kiss" she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I wasn't expecting that" I said, laughing. "Yeah, that's why it's called a stolen kiss" "What's the second one?" "Kissing you when it's snowing" she said, wriggling her brows.

“It’s so fluffy!” I couldn’t help but laugh at Keanu’s childlike wonder as he reached out beyond our golden sphere to catch snowflakes in his palm. The moment they crossed the barrier of his magic, they melted into water droplets that caught the light like tiny diamonds. “You’ve seen snow before.” I laughed. “Not like this. Not in the middle of a snow storm and it’s been forever!” He spun in a slow circle, amber eyes wide as he took in the swirling white chaos beyond our protective bubble. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt it. Since I’ve touched it."

We sunk into the snow as I giggled and then screamed when he shoved the snow down my top. "You fucking bastard! Pick on someone you're own size!" He laughed evilly as I began to shiver, "Remind me who started this." "Note to self: don't start snow fights with Leonardo." He then brushed some of the snowy frozen hair off my face and kissed my cold lips, spreading warmth throughout my body. "Come on," he said, unstraddling me and pulling me to my feet, "Kissing in the snow- romantic. Hypothermia- not romantic."

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

“If I fall, I’m haunting you.” He takes off. The world blurs. Wind roars. I scream—half laughter, half fear, all exhilaration—as we race through the trees, snow flying beneath us. It’s freedom. When he finally slows and shifts back, we tumble into the snow, breathless and flushed. He hovers over me, snowflakes catching in his hair. The kiss is deep and lingering, cold and heat colliding, making the world fade away. For a moment, nothing else exists.

Pairs of footprints stretched out in every direction like imprints of life itself. This rare snowfall without any sign of melting created a pristine and beautiful landscape, perfect for a New Year's celebration. Under the warm yellow glow of the street lamps, I gazed upward at the pure white snowflakes dancing in the air. Colin's face appeared before me, his dark hair contrasting with the snow and his bright eyes shining like stars. His lips moved as if wishing me a joyful and prosperous new year. Snowflakes landed on my face, melting into cool droplets. Under the night sky and the warm glow of the streetlights, I clasped my hands together and sent my most sincere New Year's wishes to my bel

Sabine As we waited patiently for the ceremony to begin, the snow started slowly to fall from the dark sky. Though I have seen snow before there was something about the snowflakes dance that got me fascinated. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Kade whispered in my ear, taking my hand and entangling our fingers. “Yes, it is,” I voiced out, closing my eyes and pretending that it was me, the one who Kade considered beautiful. Like he was able to read my thoughts, Kade placed his hand on my waist and turned me to face him gently.

she asked no one in particular. The excitement in her voice was palpable. She opened her gloved hand and caught snowflakes, peering down at the tiny bits of frozen blue water. “They’re not like home. These are like small pale-blue leaves in miniature shape.” “Yes. Things here are not like Earth,” Brecc said. Her intense gazing of the snowflakes dissolving in her hands coupled with the smile on her face encouraged him and Eros. He hoped she liked the mountains. “It’s still so beautiful,” she muttered. “So very different and beautiful.”

She knew it perfectly well. The snowflake took her hand and caressed it until she saw it return to normal. It was so real, she never thought such a thing, used to make others laugh, could be true. Without further hesitation, she apologized for subjecting her to that, brought the brunette's hand to his lips, and kissed it slowly.