In Search Of A Midnight Kiss の小説・ストーリー

“Cheers!” And not a moment later they started to clink their glasses, prompting us to have our very first kiss the public. Damon hooked his index around my chin and tilted my head as he leaned down, placing a passionate kiss on my lips. The world seemed to fade around us as I close my eyes. The taste of champagne lingers in his mouth, slowly intoxicating me. The thunderous round of applause reverberated around us as I gradually sinks into the pleasure of the moment.

' She pushed herself so hard that a flash of remembrance finally lit up her mind… Several months ago, one night, she was found in an infamous bar with a guy he had met that same night in another bar. She was already a little dizzy from the drink, so she didn't resist when he suggested going together to another place he knew. By the end of the night, they had both ended up in other hugs. The guy with a dry blonde and her with a brunette gorgeous guy. With tattoos on his hands and a piercing on his torn eyebrow. He had looked so sexy to her then that she did not hesitate to follow him to the toilets of the ugly bar.

In the depths of the midnight lake, we swam, our bodies consumed by the passion that coursed through our veins. Each kiss was a declaration of love, an affirmation of our desire to be lost in each other, to explore the depths of our hearts and discover the infinite possibilities that lay before us. As the night wore on, our lips remained locked, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony, our love unfolding like a blossoming flower in the darkness. And in that timeless moment, I got carried away and dipped my lips on the nape of her neck and she yelped . “Hey , are you trying to mark me already ? “ she whispered while her eyes glistened with curiosity in the peak of the night.

My loins were on fire. He put his fingers in my hair and softly massaged my scalp. I closed my eyes, feeling every single sensation. His finger roamed my lips and neck, outlining my Jawline. Our noses were touching and our breath ragged. I caressed his face with fingers, lightly touching his cheekbones and lower lip. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “Can I kiss you, Avyanna?. ” What I saw in his eyes when he opened was simply breathtaking. He came closer, our clothes being the only thing separating us. He placed a kiss on the nape of my neck, I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped.

“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

“Isolde…” “It hurts,” I whisper, giving in to the ache. “Make it stop.” His breath shudders. “Are you sure? I thought you might need some time to digest this...” I crash my lips against his before he can finish. For a few seconds, he devours my mouth like a devil who has waited far too long. He breaks the kiss, breathless, his strong arms firm at my hips. “Before midnight,” he reminds me, making sure I understand what it means.

“That’s why I came here... I couldn’t be alone tonight. I just want to spend the night with you.” Zach studied her face for a moment, then nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “Come in.” As soon as Audrey stepped inside, Zach gently closed the door behind her, bolting it shut. When he turned back around, he barely had time to react before Audrey pressed her lips against his. The kiss was sudden, full of desperation and unspoken emotions. Zach responded, his hands finding their way to her waist as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, holding back from touching him. “Do you need help taking that off?” He pointed to the chains around my neck. I remembered that the chains were clasped at the back. I stilled, hating the fact that I would have to let him help. I nodded. “Turn around.” I did, and kept my head down, both to give him better access but also to hide the blush on my face. He took his time and his fingers glided across the skin of my shoulders. He let the chains fall into the water without even attempting to get them.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?