Kiss: Rock Band Members Novels & Stories

And he has a Chinese writing tattoo on the side of his neck. He is still wearing the same vest from morning and the dark jeans. Wait, he looks like Ethan. Yes, I remember now, that’s exactly who it is. Ethan Guvaski, my first kiss and middle school crush. How is he here though? He was the one from this morning too, but his head was bowed in the morning so I couldn’t recognize him. He has changed a lot. It’s been so many years. I stopped being friends with him after those girls scratched my face in middle school. I felt really stupid for doing that right now.

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

I thought of calling my ex, but that thought drew me back again, it came back and forth that I ended up dialing his number, and as always as he used to do it, he didn't pick up. Looking back at the album gallery of my flashbacks, he tortured me, he emotionally abused me that I could remember how much the pain used to feel like to me. He would sometimes evaporate Saturday night till Monday or Tuesday afternoon with dense stories. I would go mad, but nothing would make me mad than hearing him singing the 'misplaced phone ' song with the very same lyrics which got released weekly! How funny! You see? That really drove me so mad! But hey! I stayed, regardless, I did, love made me stay, love told

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.