Kiss Him Not Me Characters Novels & Stories

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

It was anger and grief and the kind of heat that only grows in ruins. For a heartbeat, maybe two, he kissed me back. Then I gasped, shoving him away as my hand smacked across his chest. “What the hell was that?” I hissed, eyes wide in horror. “You kissed me! You damn pervert!” His brows raised, breath steady. “You kissed me first.” “You’re lying.” “No,” he said evenly. “You’re drunk, and angry, and so far buried in your own pain you can’t even see when you’re the one lighting matches.”

As if this is what he had been waiting for, he pulled me in and kissed me so hungrily that I felt his boner. “Not here, Kyle.” “It's a VIP room no one would dare come in unless I ring the bell.” With that, I found my clothes on the floor alongside his. “Let's make a junior Nathan, Fancy.” *******************The End******************

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

"You kissed me first." It felt like a bottle shattered behind my eyes. "Ex—Excuse you?" I scoffed, my lashes fluttering war-speed. "I, Solayne Krestel, did what? I'd never do that even if I was charmed." "Well," he shrugged. "Turns out you're more into me than you let yourself believe."

chapter 83- oh my God Ryan leaned in and kissed Emma again. This time, Emma didn't pull away. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, forgetting for a few seconds that their whole relationship was supposed to be fake. The kiss was gentle, but it still made her heart beat faster. When Ryan finally pulled back, they stayed close, looking at each other without saying anything. Emma could feel her face getting warm, and Ryan looked like he was trying to think of something to say.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

I could sever his throat. But he didn't pull back. He laughed. A laugh mixed with madness and obsession. “Do it, Clara.” He leaned in, pressing his neck deeper against the blade. More blood flowed, warm and thick, staining my fingers. “If you hate me, then kill me.” He ignored the knife that could end his life and kissed me again. The kiss was a mess of blood and desperation. Mad. He was calling my bluff. He was betting on my weakness. Betting that, deep down, some broken part of me still answered to him.

Just as she has promised, in a tender moment, Myles and Kiara share a romantic kiss, which is intended to be really long, as she had already given Myles a short kiss initially, but Myles had demanded for more. She should have known that if he asks a question like that, then she should be Carey, because he might have a plan up his sleeve.

"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." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog