Novel & Cerita It Was Only A Kiss It Was Only A Kiss

It was a matter of time. I kiss him. And it is not a passionate kiss, nor with a tongue, nor a kiss that can say a lot. It's just a kiss on the corner of the lip, almost on the cheek. But I know that from now on, nothing will ever be the same.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

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.

“What do you think I did? I said yes, obviously. He’s my boyfriend.” Isla leaned against the counter, grinning. “Okay, so what was it like? Was it, like, fireworks? Did it make your knees weak? Come on, girl, give me the details!” Sade rolled her eyes, laughing as she pulled on her pajama top. “It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t, you know, one of those dramatic, tongue-everywhere kind of kisses. It was sweet. Innocent. Cute.” Isla tilted her head, looking skeptical. “Wait a minute. If the kiss was so damn innocent, then what’s the big deal?”

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

If I let myself, I could almost imagine we were in love – call me Mr Brightside, I guess. But it was only a kiss. Only. A. Kiss.

Kira This kiss is fleeting. A tease and a touch that lasts only a fraction of a second, as if his lips hadn’t even been there at all. Was it even a kiss? At first, I fear it’s regret. That he didn’t mean to. That it was all just the heat of our bodies and the haze of the late night hour and this was all just some type of misunderstanding. There was no kiss, was there? It was just a slip of our faces too close in the dark–

"NOT ONLY NOT A GENTLEMAN, YOU’RE ALSO PERVERT! THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS, YOU JERK!!!!!!" ***

"Just a kiss. Nothing more unless you want it." Emma's mind raced, but her body answered first. She nodded. Lisa leaned in slowly. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of wine. The kiss started gentle, then it deepened. Lisa's tongue brushed Emma's lower lip. Emma moaned quietly into the kiss. It felt better than she had imagined all those secret nights.

It was a short kiss, but it was real. But for Nathan, the world had frozen. His heart began to pound in his chest as soon as their lips met. He had dreamed of this moment since the day she said yes. But no dream could have compared to the heat of her lips or the soft shudder of her breath. It was not a passionate kiss, not an earth-shattering, or demanding one. It was gentle, almost shy. But for him, it was everything.