Lirik Long Kiss Goodbye Novels & Stories

'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day. To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same. You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words. And now that I've said them, they could never be enough. As far as I can see, there's only you and only me. xiana kissed kino's forehead so kino closed his eyes as he continued to sing and play the guitar. This is the last time I'll fall in love. Last time i'll fall in love.

My hips started lifting to chase the friction he was giving me. The kiss turned molten—wet, messy, endless—our lips sliding, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths shared in desperate little pants between each damn claiming pull. My head was starting to get light from his kisses, and the music filled my ears. 🎶 *(Ride it) just lose control* *(Ride it, ride it) come touch my soul* *(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you* *(Ride it) turn the lights down low*

I bit my lip, choking back sobs. "Alicia… your uncle doesn't want us to stay here. Let's leave, okay?" She pulled away from me, clutching the scarf tightly in her hands. After a long silence, she said, "Can I give him one last chance? If he really doesn't like me, then we'll leave him forever." Before I could answer, her voice dropped, full of sorrow. "I've grown up… and I've never called him 'Dad' out loud…" Tears ran down my face, unstoppable. Finally, I nodded. "All right."

"The recording. I'm sorry. I had someone make it. I don't know how it leaked. And that night… I didn't touch you." My eyes burned. "Then apologize to me, Nico. Just say you're sorry." He was in agony. He memorized my face with greedy eyes, saying goodbye. "I'm sorry." I patted his shoulder gently. In the end, I couldn't say "It's okay." "Nico, I wish you happiness." The snow fell harder. I turned and walked with all my strength, swaying in the wind. Behind me, the storm roared. I couldn't tell if it was the wind or his crying.

Since I have no chill, I declare to the empty bar: “This is it. I’ve peaked.” Kyle snorts, cupping the back of my head. “Come here.” Our kiss is slow and deep and filthy, tongues sliding together and teeth grazing bottom lips. We don’t come up for air, because that is what nostrils are for: to let you kiss a sexy older man until your head spins. I get it now. “Mmph.” I’ve given up on words. Why speak, when my mouth is better occupied? Better to kiss Kyle like it’s my last night alive, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans, and let my body do the talking. It’s sure got enough confessions to make.

Then he gently nibbled on my earlobe, kissing his way downward. “Ethan…” I murmured his name. “I love it when you say my name…” Just as I was sinking into Ethan’s touch and kisses, the sharp ring of my phone broke the moment. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and declined the call. But the phone rang again. Irritated, I was about to turn it off when a gruesome photo popped up on the screen with a single message: “Lydia, please, come back! Dylan met with an accident.”

He instantly responded, "I spent the whole night listening to you vent." I sent him one of those awkward-face emojis. "Back then, all I could think was—whoever made you cry should've paid for it." He paused for a second before typing my name. "Willow Clarke." "Yeah?" I quickly wrote. "I take back what I said before. I do want you to be my wife, Mrs. Lennon. But more than that, I just want you to stay who you are," he wrote. What he said stirred something deep in me. Tears welled up, turning the world into a watery blur.

Then, after one final, lingering look at the diner, he turned and left. When Nissa received the letter, she was momentarily stunned. After Benjamin hovered around her for so long, his sudden, clean departure caught her off guard. She opened the envelope. Inside were two things: a divorce agreement and a single sheet of letter paper. On the soft pink sheet, only two simple lines were written: "I'm leaving. I wish you freedom and happiness." Nissa lowered her gaze and read the two lines over and over. Then, quietly, she folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket.

Her rain-soaked suit clung to my chest. "Feels like they're flying for you." Her burning lips grazed my collarbone before she jerked back, breathless. "I'm sorry. I got carried away for a moment there." However, I caught her hand before she could pull away and pressed my lips to the corner of hers. The salty sea breeze and her citrus warmth tangled between our lips. For a heartbeat she froze, then surged back, kissing me deeper, until the waves drowned out every sound but our ragged breaths.

Raylan scratched his head while Lydia nervously rubbed her left elbow. Only until the cashier asked whether he would place an order or not, their eyes broke apart. "Oh… Yes! I'm sorry! One iced Americano and a strawberry shortcake please" His gentle voice raised as he placed his order. After that, they both walked to the counter, waiting for their order to be made. Normally, when one catches up with an old friend, they usually have a lot to talk about. Sometimes the subject is just simply asking how they are doing so that the other can update about their life.