Kissing Note Novels & Stories

Jenny noted matter-of-factly. “Yeah,” I smiled at the parallel. “She swam, like us, so she wasn’t a bad catch. She quickly made it clear she liked me—you know, a touch on the shoulder by the pool, whispering 'you look good today' in my ear, that kind of thing.” I watched my girlfriend’s face as I spoke. Dad might’ve been right—she wasn’t hurt, just curious. “One Friday, she waited for me by my car, and we ended up in a full-on kissing session before she slipped a note into my hand,” I continued. “It had an address and a time for the next day.”

Ryder’s POV The whole week went by tortuously slow and the Draven twins were surprisingly distant from me which was a pleasant reprieve but I am guessing it had something to do with San. Everyday, my locker would have a chocolate in it with a colourful and unsigned note on top of it. This how some of them were: Kissing takes 6.4 calories a minute. Wanna work out ? xx You dropped something, sexy ass …. my jaw XD Your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine ?

My mouth watered and I hated the idea of giving it away and eating a crusty granola bar. “Well, here's a note...” Darcie informed me, pulling a card out from her food bag. She cleared her throat and began reading. “Dear Lena, congratulations on your case. I hope this is better than pizza. Aiden.” “Aiden?” I grabbed the note from her hand. The note was typed and very clear. “He sent me dinner. He sent me dinner?” “Someone's got an admirer,” Darcie sang. I fully expected her to start into “Lena and Aiden sitting in a tree...”

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

Do I really deserve this? Like obviously I know it is a very horrible thing to kiss your best friend's girlfriend but it's also a very horrible thing to be treated like shit . Am I dramatic??? Sighhh. I forced my eyes forward. Amber turned one page in her notebook. Maya laughed at something Anna whispered. Sienna’s name appeared in a new gossip post notification on someone’s phone. And me? I sat in the back of the room, holding a cryptic note from a girl who no one ever noticed except now I did.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

Yet another reason to not want to go. Dear AJ, I had an amazing time last night. I want to see you again. I wish I could have stayed, but work called with an emergency. I hope you understand. Please call me. My number is 555-1368 Yours Truly, Kat She carefully placed the small note on the laptop resting on the desk. He was sure to find it there, and hopefully he’d call. She didn’t want to get her hopes up too high. While they had amazing chemistry, this was a wedding fling. A one-night stand.

Sydnee was struggling at first in getting close with the woman, but Nikolai became their connection to mend their broken relationship. Anthony saw her and he smiled. "Do you want to take a bite?" he asked. "Sure." Without a word, Anthony kissed her. Sydnee's eyes widened. "What are you doing?" "You said you want to take a bite?" "I'm talking about the cake!" Sydnee huffed. "Tsk. Your son picked up after you. Look at his appearance, what a hooligan!" she whispered to Anthony. Anthony chuckled and snaked his other arm around her waist. He picked up the spoon, get a small part of the cake, and brought it to Sydnee's lips. She opened her mouth.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.