Just One Kiss By Susan Mallery Novels & Stories

It wasn't the most appropriate thought for the situation she was in, after all, she had just been kissed. It had happened all too quickly. One moment Alice had been telling Alex how she was uncomfortable with being pressed up against him and how their position seemed to be wrong and the next thing she knew was her face being held by Alex, and his lips descending on hers. The kiss had started with Alex bent over her, coaxing her to respond, and had escalated to Alice standing on her tippy toes refusing to let Alex go. Unlike the usual cliche, Alice had been very much aware of the people around them, she could hear a giggling group of girls passing by, she could feel people staring at the back

“O-oh, I just kissed him!! “Oh, fuck! That was my first kiss!! “What have you done, Jill?!” As Wayne’s figure disappeared in the distance, she sat alone, her fingers unconsciously brushing against her lips—the same lips that had stolen a kiss. His scent still lingered in the air, teasing her senses, while the warmth of the moment played over and over in her mind. She had joked about it countless times, but to actually do it? That was something she never thought she’d have the guts for. And yet, she did it anyway.

“Let me help you relax.” My hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his face. His eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to my touch. He relaxed, a sigh escaping his lips as my fingers trailed down his chest. Just as I was about to make my move, my phone buzzed—the signal I'd been waiting for. With calculated intensity, I pressed my lips to his, deepening the kiss. My eyes never left the door, monitoring it. The kiss lingered, a perfect blend of passion and precision. Dashiell's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as he surrendered to me.

The journal’s pages flipped by themselves, revealing words written in red ink across the page: “One kiss. That’s all it takes.” Camela felt her breath hitch in her throat as she backed away until her shoulders hit the wall. The ink began to swirl faster, with words spilling across the page: “One kiss. No pain. One kiss. No memory. One kiss. No feeling.” Her lips quivered as she whispered, “Stop…” The words came to a halt. Then, in a different handwriting she recognized all too well, new ink appeared on the page. It was Vincent’s voice, written in jagged and sharp strikes: “Don’t.”

It’s a good thing I’m excellent at compartmentalizing things. I can evaluate and stress over what happened with Erin in the yard later. I don’t have the time to mentally face the fact that I kissed someone who isn’t Jen. Jen was the only woman I ever kissed. She was my first and was supposed to be the last and only. But again, I can overthink and mentally kick myself over that later.

"I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar." "I ate a cookie at lunch, butter pecan. Noona's favorite," I explained. Chelsea took a deep breath and leaned towards me. "I want to do it again." "Okay," And Chelsea kissed me. She kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. By the end of the day I had five more love-kisses in my box. When I got home, mummy told me that noona had gone to heaven. I ran to my bedroom as quickly as I could. I hurried to fall asleep. Just like she promised, I saw her in my dreams, so I told her all about the six love-kisses from my Chelsea.

He picked up two and then filled a little flask with some tea for them to share. A mango scent filled the room, signalling the arrival of his mate all dressed and ready for school. She skipped to him and put her dainty hands on his chest, before standing on her tippy toes to kiss his lips. Lucas met her halfway and relished the feeling, smiling into the kiss. "Come on. Eat your muffin in the car." He said when they parted.

Jillian whispered, the words carrying a solemn, beautiful finality over the roar of the waves. Jillian leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Clara’s lips. The kiss was quiet, grounded, and entirely unburdened by the shadows of the city. It held the warmth of the cottage, the sting of the winter wind, and the absolute security of a future they had fiercely claimed on equal ground.

Ronan slammed his lips on Jayden, swallowing his words. Jayden shoved him away, instantly lifting his hands to hit him again but Ronan caught it and pulled him into his arms with it. He then leaned into Jayden's ear, letting his lips brush his ear. “It's just you and me now.” Jayden's body shook against Ronan’s voice, his ears turning red. “And a lot of debts to collect.” Ronan added, then released him. Jayden stood frozen long after Ronan had disappeared into the huge villa, his chest still heaving, pulse hammering as his mind replayed the kiss, the drive to the island and the impossibility of it all.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.