Kisses Goodnight Novels & Stories

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

Them. And that heals a yearning he have had in his gut his entire life. “Good night, Jackson,” she tells him softly, her hand pressed to her chest and her eyes looking glassy. “Good night.” She blows him a light kiss, and though it feels a bit silly, he acts as though he catches it and press the captured kiss to his cheek. She was smiling happily as they hang up. Surprisingly, after a quick shower and pushing Xerxes off his bed, where he tried to claim his pillow, he does sleeps well.

When I wasn't looking, Felix drew me close to him with a bland expression on his face whilst still focusing on the road. “ I love you, Everleigh. I do," He whispered and planted a kiss on my forehead. The sensation of the kiss washed through my skin, leaving me hooked up to his love. At the same time, the harmony of the song playing teleported me into a different realm. It was just the best combo for me to heal at the moment. Lost in between the song and Felix’s warm embrace, I dozed off magically. Thereafter, I felt Felix’s warm hands around me, fixing me into a suitable position in the seat. Although my eyes were drowsy, I saw Felix kiss me short on the lips before I completely dozed off.

It felt like it was still daytime with all the people still rushing about, but my watch said it was just past one in the morning. "I need to get you home before your sister kills me," Robbie said as he saw me looking at my watch. "She's going to think I'm a bad influence or something for keeping you out so late." I put my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the dark green dress shirt. He reached out and pulled me in to him, one hand behind my neck and the other on my waist. Our lips connected, sweeter than honey, and I melted into him. His kiss was gentle at first but also filled with hunger. Every fiber in my being ached to be with him, to have more than just this kis

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

"I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar." "I ate a cookie at lunch, butter pecan. Noona's favorite," I explained. Chelsea took a deep breath and leaned towards me. "I want to do it again." "Okay," And Chelsea kissed me. She kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. By the end of the day I had five more love-kisses in my box. When I got home, mummy told me that noona had gone to heaven. I ran to my bedroom as quickly as I could. I hurried to fall asleep. Just like she promised, I saw her in my dreams, so I told her all about the six love-kisses from my Chelsea.

I want to kiss some more! "Goodnight K." I mumbled not giving into temptation. It won't even be a good one, but as soon as I close my eyes, sleep takes over-preparing me for tomorrow.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

The kiss of someone saying something they don't have words for yet. "Goodnight Rain," he said quietly. She closed her eyes. "Goodnight Damien," she said. His heartbeat was steady under her hand. And slowly — held and holding — they both let the night take them.

I slapped my face with my palms, raising my eyes to meet his dark smirk. He leaned in, his hot breath brushing against the nape of my neck. “Don’t worry, you can wear that and still look incredibly sexy.” I trembled due to the intensity of his cool voice. That smirk is still there, imprinted on his perfect face. He tips my face gently, before planting a kiss on my forehead. “Goodnight, vixen. Dream about me.” He says, before walking out of the room, my eyes followed his every movement. Is the goodnight kiss part of the fake dating thing I signed him up for?