Just One Kiss By Susan Mallery Novels & Stories

She was always a local love-doctor, selling pricy, magical herbs as a miraculous solution to their problems. I took a deep breath and explained how we got the confession from Dianne Ness and how Samil prohibited me from posting it online, and how my miserable mood made me lower my guard, and how I ended up in Jason's apartment. Finally, I told them how things about slandering me were settled, and how I met with Samil afterwards… “And then he kissed me…” I paused. Kira gasped and covered her mouth. Grandma gazed at me, smiling faintly. “The spell didn't work, did it?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

"If that is the case then you have a lot of diseases inside of you and I'm not sure I want to kiss you." "Of course not. And you know that about me. I'm a one-man woman. Don't you believe me when I say that I have not had another after you? You have been on my mind." "Well, I'm not your woman. We are acting, remember?" I blamed the pregnancy hormones for how I felt. "I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them."

His eyes drew me into him, pulling me into his orbit and making me forget everything else. I thought he was going to kiss me. I stared at his perfect lips and wondering just how amazing it would feel to kiss him. There was a tension forming between us that was threatening to give off sparks if we didn't satisfy it. For one glorious moment in time, I was sure that he was going to lean forward, tip his head, and press his mouth against mine. I knew he would taste better than anything I could imagine and I wanted it. I wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to hear his voice all night long. Just as I was closing my eyes to kiss him, my heart pounding and mouth ready, the elevator doors chimed their

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

~SAFFRON~ I didn't fight it. I couldn't. It's like I'm paralyzed. His lips are surprisingly plush, parting just enough for a rush of cool mint to flood my mouth, cutting through the faint salt of his sweat. The kiss is brief, ending with a soft, wet smack that echoes in my ears, and I’m left clinging to his oversized hockey jersey. I turn to look at the girl who's approaching us, but she’s already walking away hurriedly, never looking back.

he whispered, voice low and hesitant. “No, no,” Jaiyana interrupted, her voice shaky but earnest. “I wanted that kiss. Please forgive me. I just…” Before she could finish, Kaplan leaned in once more, capturing her lips with renewed intensity. The kiss was deeper this time, charged with longing and emotion, and Jaiyana responded in kind, her heart racing and her breath catching as the moment stretched between them. Every glance, every brush of their hands, every shared warmth drew them closer, the world around them fading into a quiet, private bubble of connection.

Her message sounded very matter of fact. She was hard to understand, due to background noise and that confused me. It was five thirty in the morning on a lonely country lane in Suffolk. Where did the noise come from? My finger hovered over the delete button, but providentially Sonya came through the office door. 'What’s it like to kiss a boy, Millie?' I was incandescent and finished her off as only siblings can. 'Jesus Christ, Sonya. Right now, must it be?

“Just one last kiss, love.” I kiss him on the lips, and he takes a step back. It wasn’t a passionate kiss. It was more of a goodbye kiss. As soon as he’s out the door, I stop and take a minute to compose myself. Once I find my composure, I walk out of the room. As soon as I do, I hear voices and the sound of a door closing. I step into the living room and nearly faint with trepidation when I come face-to-face with Mikhail. My heart plummets, and my stomach churns as I gaze into his loving eyes. To my relief, Mikhail steps forward, wraps his arms around me and kisses me passionately.

--- And before logic returned— before Daniel reached them— before the future had a vote— he kissed her. --- Soft. Shaking. Desperate. Not possession. Not victory. Pleading. --- And God help her— she kissed him back. --- For one second. One terrible, perfect, unforgivable second. --- Then she pushed him. Hard. “What are you doing?!” she gasped. But it was too late. Because footsteps had stopped behind them. --- Daniel. --- Silence crashed down. Cathy turned slowly. Her lips still warm. Her heart still confused.