It Is Started With A Kiss Novels & Stories

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

I whispered, leaning into his touch. With that unspoken understanding, Atlas bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, bound by fate and a need that could no longer be denied. As the kiss deepened, the last remnants of my hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being.

He didn't need further encouragement; he gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began tenderly, a soft meeting of lips, exploring and testing boundaries. But as the seconds ticked by, the intensity grew. The initial gentleness gave way to a fervent hunger. Hazel responded eagerly, matching Francisco's passion, their lips and tongues intertwining in a dance of desire.

“Until now.” He kissed her then—soft, reverent, as if sealing a vow made without bloodshed. A promise forged not in power, but in peace. And for the first time in years, the kiss wasn’t just a fleeting distraction or a duty-bound affection. It was a beginning. The true beginning of their story.

Forever Isabella POV Gabriel wraps his arms around me, and I nestle closer to him, our bodies aligned, our breaths synchronized. He kisses my neck tenderly, and I sigh with desire as I feel his warm breath against my skin. His lips danced from my neck to my bare shoulder. Unable to resist any longer, I turn to face him. "Good morning," Gabriel murmurs to me, and I respond with a lazy smile. He leans in, and his lips delicately touch mine.

' I thought. "Well, we're not in a relationship..." I said, but added immediately, "Not yet.." I continued, then I couldn't help but smile, thinking that she would be my assistant and I could get to know her more. That girl who got my first kiss. Well after I said those words, there they go again, making noises as if they own this bar. "So, I guess we really lose the bet... When are we going to start the resort?" they asked. "A few months from now, I'm starting to build it," I responded.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

Our conversation, once fueled by witty banter and carefully constructed narratives, shifted to confessions and whispered dreams. Hesitantly, I reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. His eyes met mine, a question lingering in their depths. Without a word, we leaned in, the kiss a culmination of stolen glances and unspoken emotions. It was a kiss unlike any other I'd ever experienced. It was hesitant at first, a tentative exploration of uncharted territory.But as we surrendered to the moment, it deepened, filled with an unexpected tenderness and a powerful sense of connection.

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.