Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye Novel Novels & Stories

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.

But he refuses to let me apologize. "Don't say anything," he breathes through his boyish smile. "Please." He closes the space between us completely. Suddenly, everyone seems to disappear. It's quiet. The terminal is empty. It's just Sebastian kissing me, his hands cradling my face like I'm a prize to be cherished. His lips, soft and warm and full of secrets, welcome mine. My toes strain from standing on them to reach his height, my fingers atop his hands. I feel like chains have been broken. I don't feel angry. I don't feel sad or scared or guilty. I feel euphoric. I want to feel this way forever. I want him forever. I don't want to be apart from him ever again. One kiss and we belong to eac

His tongue coaxed hers, explored, and dominated, and her knees turned weak. He growled softly into her mouth, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss. The entire world melted around them, no palace, no pack, no curses. Just this. Just them. Jenna’s fingers slipped into his hair, clutching tightly as her body arched toward him. Her pulse raced. Her skin burned. But somewhere between the haze of desire and the pressure of reality, she remembered… Tomorrow. She had said tomorrow. She tore away from him suddenly, gasping for air as her lips broke free. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen, her heart drumming.

I let go of the gun, not caring how it'll hit the floor with a bang, I didn't care as he sought my mouth with a type of desperation and need that I didn't know he had in him for me. On a low groan, he pushed his body against mine, driving me backward, till my back hit the closet's door. A low gasp parted my lips at the contact and he swallowed it down as he kissed me with a feverish desire, like there was no tomorrow, and at the moment, I understood that there really wasn't, he kissed me like he wanted to say goodbye. He said it himself, a day or two and he'll be out of my life.

He just reached out, his large hand covering her smaller one, holding on tightly as the afternoon light began to change, casting long, dark shadows across the books on the shelves. Evelyn looked down at their joined hands, the weight of the choice pressing heavily against her chest. She didn't pull away, but she didn't promise him the future either. They simply sat together in the quiet room, two people trapped in a hundred-day countdown that was moving far too fast.

His eyes held mine, filled with a fragile hope. My heart raced, and I bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You'll get your reward when you're better." His eyes sparkled, suddenly alive with light, as if I had given him a sky full of stars. "Deal," he whispered. I stepped back, watching him through the glass, lying there still yet so full of fight. Just like that, my battered heart began to heal.

"Call me Liam. Elroy bought it. He signed the divorce papers, though it'll take time to go through." "Doesn't matter. Just being away from him is enough." I glanced down, let out a dry laugh. The real split would come after Brigitte pops the kid out. He'd rush to be rid of me then. Liam clocked the look in my eyes. His face went serious. "It's over. Don't keep reliving it. The plan worked—I got your ticket to New Zarelle. You can go tomorrow, if you're up for it." I rested my hand on my stomach. My chest tightened.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

“You won’t. Not in this lifetime, Amara.” Their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Martins cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally, her lips. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with meaning; the kind that speaks where words fail. Amara responded, her arms wrapping around his neck. He held her close, as though afraid she might vanish again. The kiss deepened, each movement gentle and intentional, every breath shared like a vow. He guided her back onto the bed and then pulled back slightly, brushing her lips with his thumb. Their legs wrapped against each other, and their bodies collided, their eyes met, yearning for something deeper.