Kiss Love 소설 & 이야기

malambing na saad ni Dahlia sa akin. “Hindi na, Love. Yakap mo lang, okay na ako. Pero mas magiging okay ako kapag mayroong Kisspirin!” “Anong kisspirin?” “Kiss po. Pahingi ako ng kiss,” saad ko sa kaniya at ngumuso.

Pero alam kong totoo ang bawat salitang binibitawan niya. Dahan-dahan siyang lumapit, at bago ko pa napigilan ang sarili ko, naramdaman ko na ang labi niya sa akin. It was a slow, lingering kiss. Hindi ito 'yung klase ng halik na puno ng init at pangungulila—hindi. It was a kiss full of love, assurance, and promise. Nang maghiwalay ang labi namin, malambing siyang ngumiti at bumulong, "Let’s go home."

His eyes crinkled at the edges with amusement, and he pouted dramatically, making me laugh. To my surprise, Thaddeus closed the distance between us and pressed his lips against mine in a tender, lingering kiss. The kiss was filled with all the unspoken emotions we shared—love, joy, and a deep sense of belonging. We kissed as if the entire world had faded away, lost in the moment and oblivious to the curious glances from around us.

THE WEEKEND VIBES HIT, and I found myself at home, the clock ticking away to 10:13 in the morning. A sudden pang of hunger struck, urging me to venture into the kitchen. Lo and behold, there was Luke, masterfully shirtless, whipping up something magical. His presence was magnetic; my mind yelled, "Don't look!" but my rebellious eyes couldn't resist. "I might just melt," he quipped, now standing before me. His words from the night before echoed, along with the lingering sensation of his tender kiss.

"You know what? I want to kiss you now." "Why don't you try?" biglang sabi ni Rox. Nagulat din siya sa lumabas sa kanyang bibig. Yumuko siya at kinausap ang sarili. 'My god. Nakakahiya. Why did I tell that. Baka sabihin niya ay pinagnanasaan ko siya.'

Kaya pasensya na. "Can you tell me if that kiss means a lot to you? Because it means a lot to me. Kaya pwede mo bang sabihin sakin? Or do you even have a feelings for me too?." Umiiling siyang pilit na iniwas ang tingin sa binata habang umiiyak. "I'm sorry. I-I can't! Hindi ko kaya! I'm sorry." Hinawakan nito ang kamay niya na ramdam na niyang nanginginig.

I cannot believe that my body respond to his kiss. Mukhang napansin niya iyon. He chuckled. He kissed me again. This time, on my neck. "How's your hormones?" Namula ang pisngi ko. Yes, there were nights that I'm craving for this touch. Hinalikan niya ang gilid ng aking labi bago siya lumayo ng kaunti. "Sorry, I'm a little sweaty." No. Not at all. Nababanguhan ako sa amoy niya.

“Just love me.” He was a man who had lived his life by the rules, but for her, he would break every single one. He entered her slowly, their bodies a seamless fit. A soft gasp escaped both their lips, a shared sound of discovery and surrender. He started a slow, rhythmic movement, a deliberate, patient dance that was a tribute to their journey. He kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss that silenced her moans, filling her senses with nothing but the taste of him, the feel of him, the overwhelming reality of him. He was not a dream, not a lie, not a transaction. He was real. He was here. He was hers.

Hindi ko maintindihan dahil parang kinikiliti lamang ng labi niya ang bibig ko. Kumilos ako para gumanti ng halik. Hinila ko ang batok niya at pinalalim ang halik. Narinig ko ang paos niyang ungol. He's minty. And sweet. I always kiss him with an after shave smell. But now... even his kisses.... something tells me... it's different. Like he's not the one kissing me.

Sapat na iyon upang maintindihan niya ang aking sagot. Slowly, he leaned down. With every passing second, he closed the distance between us. Until, at last, our lips met. Softly. Tenderly. Filled with nothing but love. It wasn't a desperate kiss. Nor was it driven by longing. It was a kiss that spoke every word we had never found the courage to say. I could feel how careful he was. The respect in the way he held me. And the silent promise that he would never hurt me again.