It Started Out With A Kiss Song Novels & Stories

In the bus a slow romantic song played, a love song that played with her emotions. She sighed and listened to it. She replayed the whole scene. How their tongues parted and how good he was. If he hadn't pulled away. The kiss would have been so damn good. She never imagined her first kiss would be something unexpected and out of the blue. "How did I know how to kiss?" She touched her lips and covered her mouth. She tried so hard to pucker her lips but she failed. She remembered the whole scene in bits. She played it so many times that it started to fade in her head.

And looked down because of shyness and continued, "I never did this. I'm sorry if it isn't any grand proposal because this is the first time I'm confessing to a guy to his face..." Suddenly, he pulled me into a kiss and pressed his lips against mine. I was surprised and kissed him back. I put my hands around him and hugged him while we're kissing each other. He started kissing me using the tongue and slid his hands into my shirt. The comatose song was playing behind us. "You take the pain I feel Waking up to you never felt so real I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream 'Cause my dream don't comfort me The way you make me feel

I groaned. "A kiss."

He was so focused and I am just lucky that I am too in the song that I din't messed the lyrics for being distracted by his gazes. ''Damn, you are so lovely playing the song, Kellah.'' He whispered with so much emotions on his eyes. He is not smiling but I can see on his eyes that he is enjoying. ''What is the title of the song again?'' He asked. ''Uhm, it is 'I want to know what love is' by 1999 remaster''' I answered and smiled to him. ''It's a good song, by the way, I recorded it so that I can listen to it again, especially that it's your voice.'' He smirked.

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.

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

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.