Kiss Him Not Me Spin Off Novels & Stories

I said goodbye to Kevin with a smile, the man smiled back and let me go. I left the cinema area. We, who had promised to watch, finally did not. It's all because of Bryan's boyish attitude. Is it just a matter of kissing, Bryan like that? What if he finds out about the truth that I've been keeping up with? Oh God, help me! I sat at the bus stop, then I ruffled my hair, really I'm frustrated. I'm tired of Bryan's attitude like this, always leaving if there's trouble between us. What a coward Bryan is, right?

"Don't remind me. I saw the gossip. It's so bad I can't even turn on my phone without getting death threats from three different fanbases." I chuckled. "Told you juggling three supermodels would bite you one day. So... did you mean to kiss this girl, or did you trip and fall mouth-first?" "The kiss cam got me," he grumbled. "What was I supposed to do? Look timid? No chance. I had to kiss her." "Now you just have to find her and say she's your girlfriend. Problem solved." "Easy for you to say. I don't even know her name, where she's from—nothing. If I had a way to track her down, I'd just make her say it was all an accident. End of story." He replied.

"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."

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Just like what I had mention, he was trying to make this marriage work which is not part of our deal. The three kiss every day, I'm starting to get used of it as if it was just a normal things to do as a wife. However, I am not his real wife. I am not Selena Asli Castania, I am an impostor pretending to be his wife. And there is a fear lurking on the back of my head. I fear that the three kiss will be the reason of the failure of this mission. I don't know, it just suddenly came out of nowhere. The more I get comfortable and get used with what's happening around me, the more fear get visible in my eyes. Fear that I might mess this up and I end up regretting everything.

Confused. He pulls me into his arms and cups my face with his hands. He’s lips find mine in a kiss. Soft, slow and wanting. He runs his hands over my body. My hair, my chest, my breast. We are pressed against each other and I feel the budge below. The he pulls away. “Not tonight” he says. “Tonight, I want to connect with you Becky” He takes my hand and leads me to the couch. He sinks into the couch dragging me along with him and I fall on top of his body, giggling. He spanks my ass.

“Try me.” “Just don’t tell anyone about the kiss. Even Dante.” I balled my fist. “Yeah. yeah. Why would I broadcast it among the pack? Let’s pretend that it did not happen, Knoxx. And favor? Don’t kiss me again. The second time you do it, I will never be surprised and will not hesitate to kiss you back. Then I will strip you naked and lick every inch of your body.” His breathing labored. “I…won't.”

she looked at his hazel eyes. Chris caressed her cheeks, "I was in need of caress and when I saw the love of my life walk to the restroom, I couldn't help myself." Kimberly pushed his palms away from her cheeks, "and we ended up doing more than caress." "Don't tell me that you regret it," he looked anywhere but not her, "because I don't." He was telling the truth and she knew it, "I don't and I'll never do that." He pecked her lips.

My breathing is heavy. “Touch—any kind,” I whisper. He leans in more, and my heart skips. Is he going to kiss me? But doesn’t he have a girlfriend? I don’t want cheating, but he doesn’t seem the type—maybe she’s not his girlfriend. Since my boyfriend is fake, this could be okay. I lean in, expecting his lips, when his hand brushes something from my eye. “There, I got it.” “Huh?” “Some fuzz was near your eye.”