Kiss My Face Review Novels & Stories

His face was covered in zits, but he still put forth a great performance. A smile lifted my lips as I thought back on my conversation with Riley on having to kiss the guy and not really being too into him at all. I could see why now. It wasn't just the acne. She was a ten and he was a two at best. Hell, I was a seven or an eight on a good day. She turned to face the crowd and chill-bumps raced down my spine. Intriguing. Beautiful. So fucking hot. Like an innocent princess in need of deflowering.

His lips were cherries to me I giggled into the kiss. H suddenly pushed against the window door and kissed me senselessly. I copied him and returned the flavor equally. The push and pull of our wet lips turned into wider and filthier. The sounds of clashing our teeth and breathing filled our silent room making it hotter each passing second. Oh god Priya Sharma you did this you deserve an award for this .I felt my heart contented and live. Finally you were his first lip kiss Priya Sharma you did it.

Chelsea insisted. Amelia rolled her eyes in a playful way, "just spill it or I won't go with you to the cinema." Chelsea pouted, "Ugh, okay. It's Kiss me twice." Amelia smirked, "I see why you're so interested, naughty ass." Chelsea chuckled, "Trust me, I don't like it because of its makeout scenes, I just love how the main character is, she acts so well." "Okay, swear that you'll not watch one of their kiss scene."

When Kris noticed me she kissed me on the cheeks and then pulled me towards the monitor where my photos are flashed. "This one looks a bit off, right? Your smile looks forced," she commented so I simply nod my head unable to think of anything or to criticize my picture because my mind is flying somewhere else. "This one looks good though right Solana? Your eyes look sultry here," she said and I nod my head once again. Kris looked at me intently then stood up straight and rested her hand on the side of her waist. She stared at my face intently and that made me a bit uncomfortable.

Her tone was casual as she responded, "Ms. Lacey liked roses, so Mr. Lacey had it all redone for her. "And who are you, old lady? Ms. Saccone, you really shouldn't bring unrelated people in here. If they're carrying any viruses, can you bear the responsibility if Ms. Lacey gets sick?" Before Katie could finish her sentence, I slapped her hard across the face. "If you don't know how to speak properly, I don't mind teaching you." Katie never expected me to hit her. She immediately glared at me with resentment. "Magnolia, who do you think you are? Do you want me to tell Mr. and Ms. Lacey? They'll throw you out of here!"

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I asked, my insecurities rushing in. “Oh God… I probably was,” I muttered. Damien laughed softly. “You were not bad, Ivy.” “That was… quite an intense kiss,” he added. “Well, I’m happy you liked it,” I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips. *Damien* Maybe it was the bitterness building inside me… or maybe it was something else. But for a split second, I didn’t try to stop it. I didn’t care. Feeling Ivy’s lips on mine was a rush—pure adrenaline. And for the first time in a while, I felt alive.

His hand slid up the side of my neck, fingers curling lightly at my jaw. I leaned into him instinctively, my fingers tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of vanilla and salt lingered on our lips. The counter dug into my hip as he stepped closer, deepening the kiss. When we finally pulled apart, I was dizzy, breathing hard. “Wow,” I said, half laughing, half breathless. “These cookies are gonna be emotionally charged.” He smiled, an unguarded kind of smile that made him look years younger. “You’re impossible.”

In every breath. His face is so close now that I can see the tiny flecks of gold in his green irises. Feel his warmth. His breath on my lips. — Lina, my name is only a hoarse whisper, laden with everything left unsaid between us. — We're going to destroy everything, I whisper, my eyes blurry. — Maybe. His hand slides up my arm, a slow, burning caress. But some things deserve to be destroyed. When his lips brush mine, it is both a surprise and an inevitability. An electric shock runs through my entire body, making every fibre of my being vibrate. The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, as if testing boundaries. Then it becomes more insistent, more desperate.