If Snowflakes Were Kisses Novels & Stories

He says in between their kisses. Mason breaks away from his kiss, going back to eat his food like kissing another was nothing to him, “What is the hurry, Mikko?” “There is none, I just won’t miss the chance to tell you my wants.” A flake of snow drops on my face, getting my attention. I lifted my face to the sky and noticed that the snow had begun falling slowly. It brings back memories of Mason and I.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

she whispered, stepping closer, “it’s never too soon.” Then she kissed me, soft and sure, snow melting in her hair, her hands curling against my chest. The world shrank to that moment: just us, the quiet, and the falling snow. Inside, through the window, Goose sat perched on the sill, tail flicking once like he’d been waiting for this ending all along.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Without warning, he leaned forward to kiss her, and sparks flew as their lips met. "What the fucking hell is this?" Blaze's enraged voice resonated as he witnessed the passionate kiss between the asshole in his house and Snow. "You are going to die for touching what's mine, asshole!"

I replied as I stroked Snow’s head between his ears. He surprised me by showing far more affection than one might expect from a creature of the wild. “Did he just kiss your face?” Kenzie asked with surprise. When I nodded and wiped at the saliva that he’d left behind, she said, “That’s so unusual.” “Why?” I asked. “Dogs do it all of the time.” “Dogs are domesticated,” she reminded me. “Snow is not. Oscar told me that Noah takes great pains to make sure of that. If that wolf is kissing you, it means something. I just don’t know what.”

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

she fantasized. Blake chuckled lightly. “You need to stop reading those Christmas romances. Besides, there’s nothing romantic about the blistering cold, the smell of pine trees that make you sneeze, and a wintery mix.” “I guess you would feel that way. You’re a man,” she chirped. They both chuckled as they continued to walk. Snow flurries began falling from the sky. “Now would be the perfect time to kiss me you know,” Lacey hinted. They stopped walking.

My wolf stirs inside of me, pressuring me to take it even further, and for a moment I almost do. But I decide that I just want this kiss for now, and nothing more. I slowly pull away, and our forehead lean against one another, our breaths mingling in the cold winter air. “Abby, I—” Karl begins to whisper, but now I’m the one who cuts him off. “Look,” I say, pulling away just enough to look up at the sky. “It’s snowing.” Karl follows my gaze. The sky is dotted with delicate snowflakes, falling gently from above. The world around us is slowly transforming into a winter wonderland, and soon the town is going to be covered in a fresh blanket of snow.

His warm scent brushed against her ear, sending a tingling sensation through her. “Finally, we have some time alone. I was thinking about how we should enjoy the snow together while driving over. This is our first snowfall, Yanni.” … Keaton finished speaking and reached out to pull back the dark green patterned curtains. Yanni saw the delicate snowflakes through the window. They were dancing in the night, resembling silver needles on dark fabric, and they were clearly visible against the darkness. A snowy night usually evoked sadness, but being accompanied by a lover filled the surroundings with warmth, especially when that person was Keaton.