Kisses Jokes Novels & Stories

“Geez. If you think that was me flirting, you seriously need to learn a few things, buddy.” “You’re right,” he murmured, moving in closer. So close. “I suck at flirting. I’m much better at just plain kissing.” And he swept his mouth against mine.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

"Especially with Kisses Junior." I burst into laughter as I shook my head. "We are not naming her that!" He smirked as he leaned forward and peppered my neck with kisses. "It's perfect, like her mother." I slid my fingers around his neck and into the hair behind his head. I turned my neck, allowing him more access as he raised my arousal with every touch. "Absolutely not.' He trailed a line of kisses from my neck to my lips. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling back slightly. "Do you know why melons have weddings, Kisses?"

I'm still embarrassed because they made me then. While we were having fun I was just shocked when someone suddenly kissed my cheek. I look at Lucas smiling and giving me a white rose. Looking at the reaction of the three I laughed. After all, Julie frowned and drank the juice, Keegan felt sick and Elise just shook her head. "Your all bitter," Elise said laughing so the two looked at her. “Wow! Although you are married! ” two of them shouted at her at the same time. So the two of them stared at each other.

I wasn’t fine at all. By afternoon Lange dragged me into the empty stairwell after last period, slamming the door behind us and crossing his arms. “Okay cut the shit, Jax. Stop acting like this. You’re not teasing, you’re not laughing at my dumb jokes, you’re barely eating, what the hell? It was just a kiss, bro. Happens between guys accidentally all the time, like when you’re drunk or whatever, no big deal. We said we’d forget it, so forget it already and go back to being the annoying asshole I know.” I laughed but it sounded bitter, shaking my head and backing up against the wall. “Accidentally? Yeah sure, Lange, totally normal, boys kiss all the time when one of them is losing his mind fr

'Was that what you wanted to talk about? 'Just answer me' 'Why are you asking though?' 'I asked a simple question. Yes or no question.' 'Okay okay. It was my first kiss but seriously, why are you asking?' 'No way, first kisses can't be that perfect.' Did I just say that? Uthman just burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard that he clenched his stomach. He stopped laughing and he moved closer to me. 'Trust me Jade, it'll even get better.' He moved even closer.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

She shivered a little, leaning closer. "Tell me another," she said. "Worst kiss?" "Mine was in high school. Girl bit my tongue. Hard." She winced. "Ouch. Mine: guy slobbered like a dog." We laughed, heads together now. Her shoulder pressed mine, and I draped an arm around her. She nestled in, hand on my chest. The kitchen smelled like sugar and smoke, but I didn't care. This…us, just messing around, sharing dumb stories, felt right.

We tease each other mercilessly, laughing about the possibility of being stuck with a sixteen-year-old mate and having to wait years before being able to claim them. The more we talk, the more we drink. The more we drink, the harder it is to ignore the pull. I don’t know when it happens, but we’ve moved closer. Close enough that when we laugh, we reach out—a punch to the arm, a playful shove. But the touches linger. The looks last longer. And the conversation shifts. “All right then, asshole. Who was the best kiss you’ve ever had?” I ask, still laughing from Carl roasting me over the disaster that was Jenny Fleet—also known as "The Inhaler."