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Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

“Kiss me.” “What?” “The vibe is depressing, Tristan. Kiss me.” I chuckled and leaned down to meet her lips with mine.

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.

Right before graduation, I paid a scalper a small fortune for tickets to see the singer my girlfriend, Natasha Stanwick, loved most. During intermission, the whole arena played the kiss cam game. Any two people caught on camera had to kiss in front of the entire audience. The first few couples who appeared on screen kissed to roaring cheers, each pair more passionate than the last. When Natasha and I appeared on the big screen, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I had pursued Natasha for three years and dated her for three months, but the most intimate thing we had ever done was hold hands. If our first kiss could happen right then, it would become the most unforgettable memory we s

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I can feel it in this kiss. There was a subtle yearning, a longing for more of this shared intimacy. Simultaneously, there was a profound sense of comfort, as if Mireya's kiss was a safe harbor in the storm of life. The taste of her lips brought a hint of sweetness, mirroring the sweetness of our shared experiences and memories. It wasn't just a physical act; the kiss spoke volumes about the unspoken language between us. "I love you, Kuschelbär," I whispered again kissing her lips thrice.

She tried to comply with Asher’s request, but she could not. Asher kissed her shoulder, then kissed her hair in the most tender and passionate way. “Selena, Selena,… I miss you,” Asher kept calling Selena. When Asher was drowning in wonderful fantasies about Selena, Calantha wished that this bad thing would be over soon. When Asher kissed Calantha’s ear, she couldn’t stand it, turned around and slapped Asher. He caught her wrist, kissed it, and looked at her with a menacing look. He said,

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, S

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

Dimas said firmly. Inside, I grumbled very annoyed, Dimas looks like possessive to his partner. "After school, you wait for me here. Let me come to your class, okay? Now, you go to class." "Yes-yes" I responded lazily. "Hey!" exclaimed Dimas. "What else?" I said, annoyed. "Morning kiss, where?" I smiled sweetly at Dimas. "What the hell." "I love you too!" said Dimas, who seemed like he had lost his mind.