Kiss Her Goodbye Book Novels & Stories

“But I’ll always cherish what we had.” Amber’s lips parted, her breath catching as she processed my words. Before she could respond, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. Not out of desire, not to reignite something that had long since faded, but as a goodbye. A farewell wrapped in the press of mouths and the lingering warmth of a touch that once meant something. She stiffened at first, her body tense beneath mine. But then she softened, her lips parting slightly, allowing the moment to stretch just long enough for us to understand it for what it was - closure.

She looked fucking ethereal. He was staring and his mouth was open so she leaned closer and closed it for him with her mouth. Dear god. His name was being called from all directions but he couldn't care less. The kiss felt like a goodbye so when she released him he tugged her back pressing his lips against her's. Hello. Didn't I say anytime you say goodbye I'll say hello?

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

Because of my stupidity, I’m now missing out on having a great woman by my side. “Will you ever forgive me?” I ask brokenly. “Maybe some time later in the future, but not right now” Before I can think and back out, I pull her into my arms and kiss her with a passion that’s suffocating, knowing very well that this is the last time I’ll ever kiss her. That this is the last time she'll ever allow me to kiss her. This was our goodbye kiss. Deep down I know that I've lost my chance with her.

Her breathing hitched. I moved closer, slowly, giving her every chance to step away. She didn’t. Gently, I reached for the book still clutched in her hands and slid it from her grip, letting it fall onto the bed behind us. My thumb brushed against her trembling fingers, and the connection sparked straight through my chest. “Tell me to leave,” I murmured. She didn’t, Her silence was louder than any answer. So I leaned in. The kiss was slow, not desperate, not aggressive. Just careful, trembling, loaded with everything we hadn’t said.

The Goodbye Kiss The end of the first date should leave her wanting more. Don't go in for the full-on, open-mouth, lots-of-tongue kiss. A soft brush of the lips on her cheek is sufficient. This leaves her feeling treasured and yet anticipatory. You want to leave her feeling unfulfilled and craving more of you.

Just silence. The kind that rings in your ears. I turned on the TV, landed on an old movie I hadn't seen in years. It was about a woman who finally walks away from her ungrateful family and builds a new life. For some reason, it hit different. Gave me this weird calm—until my phone buzzed. It was my bestie, Chloe. She'd sent a screenshot and a photo of a wedding invite. The post looked tacky. The content? Straight-up nuclear.

Like we're the only ones in the world. I kissed her like a starving man. I kissed her like a man who have to say goodbye even though he doesn't want to. And she kissed back. Wholeheartedly, she matched my passion and kissed me as much as she could. Like a woman who wanted to cling but knows she has to let go. Like a woman who doesn't want to let go. Finally, I pulled back and stared her dead in the eyes. "This is not good bye, baby. You don't say good bye if you aren't leaving forever. You say....so long."

It feels like the one last time. The one last kiss. I desperately suck her lips as she grabs my shirt to keep up with the passion and longings bursting out of me. I hug her tightly during the kiss to feel her heartbeat against mine. After a long passionate kiss, I let her go while breathing heavily as she stares at me, our faces just half an inch apart. She gapes at me with a lot of questions and confusion in her eyes. Soon, she'll get to know all the answers.