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I brace myself, waiting for him to break away and tell me how disgusting I am and that he can't find the strength to allow me to kiss him. Instead, to my surprise, he kisses me back, deepening our kiss with desirable expertise. His lips are cool, soft, and demanding. Nothing like I've ever experienced or tasted before. My eyes naturally close on their own as I lose myself in this new sensation that I have withheld myself from for a long time. Don Alessandro Valentino is the first man I have willingly kissed in my life. I am twenty-five years old, kissing the one man my family despises with a passion.

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

His question hung in the air, laden with hope. Overwhelmed by emotion, I found my voice. "I would love to," I affirmed, my heart swelling with newfound joy. An electrifying tension enveloped us, magnified by his proximity. As Mark inched closer, a flurry of emotions surged within me. Could this be my first kiss? His touch brushed against my cheek, and I leaned in, meeting him halfway. Our lips met, and time seemed to pause – a gentle, tentative kiss, our connection deepening with each heartbeat.

he asked. “I did… I was a little upset about the kiss in the mirror… the one you gave me to escape from the Man from Hell… That… was my first kiss ever… and I was bothered by the fact that for you was probably something so common that you just gave it away as if it was nothing.”

My name—written in cursive—was etched right above his heart. “When did you get this?” I whispered. “It was my first one,” he admitted. “Two years ago, right after I left. You were the first thought I had every morning… and the last one I had every night.” His gaze dropped to my lips. My tongue darted to wet my bottom lip, and that was all it took. His hand cupped the back of my neck, the other pulling me closer by the waist. His lips crashed against mine, claiming. It was my first kiss ever.

I was about to give my first kiss to a man for whom I felt nothing, after 24 years of dreaming about how special that moment would be. Roman leans in, and just as I'm about to shut my eyes, there’s a fleeting moment—a brush of lips that’s almost accidental. The kiss is so quick that my lips barely comprehend the shape of his. It’s as if my repelled him, like we were magnets turned the wrong way. I didn’t expect fireworks or a grand romantic gesture. Still… it’s my first kiss. In my fantasies, I envisioned something gentle, significant, and infused with promise. This just felt like paperwork.

“It was... confusing. It was my first kiss, and I don’t know what to make of it. One moment he’s cold and distant, and the next, he’s tender and caring.” Anel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Tell me everything. How did the kiss feel?” I took a deep breath, trying to put the experience into words. “It was... intense. His lips were soft, but there was a fierceness in the way he kissed me. It made my heart race, and I felt like I was on fire. But then, he’d push me away, leaving me more confused than ever.” Anel listened intently, her expression full of wonder and excitement. “I’ve never been kissed either,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of longing. “But it sounds magical.”

But when I noticed Loreign looking at us, even if I didn't like it, to escape from their question and trying to save myself that they were wrong, I kissed the girl back. I didn't even know who was this girl, yet I still pretended, I grabbed her from the waist and the promise I made to myself was broken. I kissed a girl, and worst, I didn't even know her, she’s a total stranger who dare to kiss me out of the blue. My first kiss was this stranger girl. I closed my eyes, and honestly, my heart was pounding, that's weird... was it the feeling when it was your first time kissing someone? Gosh! It was hard to have no experience, I didn’t understand the feeling.