Kiss In The Rain Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~If she's still alive. A shiver ran down my spine. Bastian dropped the guitar and joined Kayla in singing. His baritone drew wild applause. "Thank you so much," Kayla said, smiling. Bastian pulled her into a hug and then kissed her. I noticed Josh blinking back tears. Just two days back, he and Serena were on that stage together, doing something similar. ~Where are you, Serena?~

Emotion rose like a tide she could no longer hold back. She stood. “You are my present,” she whispered. “You’re the life I chose after everything burned.” His eyes softened. “And what am I now?” She stepped closer. “You’re the reason I believe in building something again.” The words seemed to steady both of them. He lifted a hand, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “Then let’s build,” he said quietly. She leaned into him — not out of desperation, not out of fear, but out of certainty. Their kiss was not frantic.

And then, he kissed her. It was a rain-soaked, passionate kiss—full of all the pain, all the longing, all the love that had built up between them for weeks. It was a kiss of reconciliation, of promise, of forever. The rain poured down around them, soaking them to the bone, but they didn’t pull away. They held each other tight, as if they were afraid that if they let go, the other would disappear. In that moment, the forest, the storm, the danger—everything faded away. There was only Liam, only Kayla, only the love that had survived lies, betrayal, and pain. A love that was stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

"Kindly introduce yourself in the form of singing. Make the lyrics your name, age, and what you love the most." My cheeks burned red in embarrassment. He wanted me to sing? In front of my classmates? Seriously? "Is there another ---" He raised his hand and smirked. "No other means. Only singing." "But I am not uh... good with singing." "Just try it." I knew that whatever I reasoned out to him, he will always win because he was the teacher in class. I did what he wanted me to do. So I sang my name. "Sydnee Lurica loves being alone for sixteen years of her life." I cleared my throat. "That's all, Sir."

she teased, her voice sultry, dropping the towel, her curves a siren’s call. Kai crossed to her, his hands finding her waist, his voice low, raw. “You’re trouble, Moretti.” Their lips met, a hungry kiss that sparked desire, her hands tugging him toward the bathroom. The city’s unrest could wait—their love demanded now. --- The penthouse shower was a cocoon of steam and glass, water cascading over their bodies, the air thick with passion. Kai pinned Gianna against the tiles, his hands exploring her curves, his lips on her neck, her moans echoing in the mist. “You’re mine,” he growled, his fingers tracing her hips, his desire urgent yet tender.

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.

The sound of the rain becomes a muffled murmur, a sonic curtain isolating us from the rest of the world. My gaze drops to her lips. Full. Slightly parted. A primal, lightning-fast desire shoots through me. I want to erase that trace of water sliding along her upper lip. I want to know if her mouth is as cold as her hands, or if the fire I see in her eyes burns there too. "Éloïse." I whisper. My voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable. She doesn't answer. She moves imperceptibly closer. A challenge and a permission in her gaze.

I didn’t know he could do that. The woman rubs her face against my t-shirt, burrowing. Still on autopilot, I rest a palm on her head, guiding her to settle. With a sigh, the little submissive relaxes. “Good girl,” I murmur. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue. I’ve watched enough scenes at the club to know what to say, but I spoke them easily, without thinking. Her breathing slows, her mouth grows lax. Her eyes are still closed, so I don’t know the exact moment she falls asleep.

I take a look at the disfigured thing on the ground before me and I drop down as tears escape my eyes. ~what have I become!? Song for the moment; Can We Kiss Forever; Kina ft. Adriana Proenza

I breathed deeply, and thankful that my normal breathing came back. I tried really hard to calm myself down, thank god, I did. "Yes, Ms." I stood up and approached the black grand piano. My heart was still not calm at all, it was thumping loudly again. I sat down on the small chair, my hands were trembling. I closed my eyes for a moment, then I started playing the chorus part of Kiss In The Rain. While playing, I was surprised that I can still remember the notes. Everyone clapped their hands when I finished playing that song, I quickly walked back to my sit and covered my whole face.