Novel & Cerita Kiss My Name

I distanced myself from him when he asked in his hoarse voice “What’s your name?” “Sorry! Goodbye.” I turned around to leave but he held my hand which sent chills down my spine. Before I could speak, I was pulled by him, and the next thing I noticed was how close his face was to me. “W-what…” “SE-RE-NA!” he spoke out loud after seeing my name tag on the coat. “If someone asks you something, you should answer. Especially, to people like me. Do you understand?” “The hell!” I gritted. I glared at him after I freed myself from his hold. “And, if someone doesn’t answer, you better don’t force them. Do you understand?”

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

I couldn't help it. “Thanks for the clothes. I should go to the front desk and go get my keys so I can give these back to Bastian as soon as possible.” He held out the pillow out to me. I nearly dropped it I was so awestruck. He grinned at me. “I don't think I caught your name.” “Charlotte,” I whispered, my voice cracking and coming out with a squeak. I blushed harder. “My name's Charlotte.” “It's nice to meet you, Charlotte.” He smiled wider and somehow got even more gorgeous. “I've always liked that name.”

Still no reply. I noticed the rose then - silver, shimmering, a Moonlight Kiss. My father's voice echoed: rare, delicate, a labor of love. I lifted one from the debris and held it to the girl. "Pretty?" She nodded, sniffling. "It's the most beautiful rose I've ever seen." "Her name is Moonlight Kiss," I said. "What's your name?" The old man's head snapped up, his gaze piercing mine, thoughtful, unnerving. "My name is Miley Doyole," the girl whispered.

And when he recovered, I had someone else return him home. A bitter regret gnawed at me. Why did I act so selflessly, yet remain anonymous? Had I known my kindness would ultimately lead to my demise, I would have ensured he knew. "Hey, Connor! It was me, Clara! I saved you!"

Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face. When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment. It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame. I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?" "You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.

My mouth flew open. Next, he stepped closer to me and kissed me! It wasn't one of those sweet kisses it was a hard-on French kiss! My first actual kiss! After about five minutes he stepped back and asked, "What's your name?" I was out of breath and replied a bit too quickly, "Jane and yours?" "Taine Mecer." He smiled then kissed me again. - He shook Mr Hunt's hand then looked straight at me and started walking over. I pretended to not notice him and lay back on my arms.

I tuck a strand of hair beneath my ear. “You have no idea what that does to me” he says, his voice is low and rough. His hands moves then, slowly. His knuckles braze against my cheeks. Softly. “You want me to stop?” Common sense was telling me to say yes, but instead I say “No” He closes the distance between us. And when our lips meet. It’s gentle, caring, not rushed. His hands slide to nape of my neck. I guide my hands to his face. The kiss deepens.

Like in the car, Wade broke the kiss and stared at him, laughing as if everything was a joke. "You think I'm fake?" There was a dangerous edge to Vincenzo's voice as he barked a question at him. "Aren't you?" "Do you know who I am?" Vincenzo asked. He wanted to know what the fuck this drunk cop was thinking about. Does he know who he just kissed a few seconds ago? "Of course I know. You're Vincenzo fucking Luciano," Wade laughed playfully. The way he said his name sounded so sexy coming off his lips.