Kissing Note Novels & Stories

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

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"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

This meant that there was no need for a formal and early proclamation of one’s feelings and the line between being friends and being lovers often blurred. Kokuhaku was unique in that it was a very clear declaration of feelings that the object of affection had a right to answer before any deeper relationship could take place. It was like a “switch” that Slayers had to turn on and whose execution of course gave them enormous pressure. Although usually made by boys, girls could also undertake the proposal and preferred to do so on the Star Festival, which was an annual holiday associated with romantic love. On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Ar

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

They were off balance and out of sync. Melody left the note for Alexander on his desk. A heavy, gilt edged parchment enveloped with a calligraphy written note, inviting Alexander to come and find her. On the pack lands. For a night he would never forget. She had kissed the parchment before carefully folding the letter to slide it in the envelope, then carefully rubbed the envelope over her skin and hair to make sure it smelled like her, and left it on his desk.

--- Not forceful. --- Just… certain. --- --- And then— --- He leaned in. --- --- Slowly. --- Carefully. --- --- Giving her time. --- Giving her space to change her mind. --- --- But she didn’t. --- --- Her eyes closed softly— --- And the moment finally crossed the line from almost… --- To something real. --- --- The kiss wasn’t rushed. --- It wasn’t overwhelming. --- --- It was soft. --- Intentional. --- --- A quiet meeting of something they had both been holding back.

My voice was not judging. At that time, the female waitress dropped our menu on the table. She picked up her cutlery and finally replied me. " Yeah, in time past. It was just a fling, although. We had no strings or feelings attached to whatever we did." Then, I realized there was no way I would start something with the cute guy. ...... During the evening time, after we were done sightseeing, I decided to call Stan to pick me up. He picked after the second ring.