Is The Kissing Booth A Book Novels & Stories

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

It was only fair for him to be my first kiss. I'd often wondered why he avoided kissing me. All those times that he stayed away, I'd concluded that his reason for never kissing me was because he'd wanted only one thing from me. My body and nothing more. Kissing was reserved for females who were kept as lovers. Or mate. Females whom you took home to show family and friends. After all, in all of Liam's assault, too, he had never attempted a kiss but had always gone straight for what he wanted. Theo was kissing me now, and with the type of intensity and fervor that I'd seen on TV or read about in romantic novels. All around us felt warmed. From the passion or his earlier anger? I could not tell

Shit. We immediately jumped from our seats and scattered through the library searching for references. While searching through one of the farthest shelves, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me backward against the bookshelf. My breath caught when I looked up and saw Crow’s icy blue eyes staring down at me. “Hi,” I whispered nervously, relieved nobody else seemed to be nearby. Instead of answering, Crow leaned down and captured my lips. The kiss was immediate and hungry. He slipped his tongue past my lips, silently asking for permission, and I let him in without hesitation.

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”

“I got an incredible matte lipstick right? Yeah! That’s what you get from kissing me in that intense way. Don’t you know that it was my FIRST KISS?! IT WAS MY FIRST KISS JOEFF!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank you so much!)

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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

My volcano cools down … by his kiss. "Wait! Wait! for a second… please try to under…", I was just counting his steps towards me which in result burned my lips and hands too. He was so close. I never thought of killing my identity by myself. He held my both hands with one and another one took over my waist. Pushed me back on the couch. He was completely over me, the hook of my shapewear also broke. I was just trying to manage that. His eyes were reading my mind maybe or not. He tightened up my hands and stole my rose.

I took the phone from his grip and read carefully the news that he showed me. "Bestseller book; Carlos Gonzales, the famous CEO's love story." I read the headline. "Meaning?" I asked not really understand what was going on. "Congrats, bro. Someone wrote your story and made you the hero of the book." He chuckled and pointed to the back, where the women were seated. "So, she is the writer?" I inquired. "I think so. Wait, let me see," he answered and took away his phone. "Cassandra Johnson," that's the writer's name, he continued.