Nanashima Kiss Him Not Me Novels & Stories

I open my mouth at the perfect time to catch one, "You know I'm right, you likeee me." "I fucking don't, you wish," he growls and gives me a look, like he thinks I'm ridiculous, "But your arrogance is out of this world and I'd love to see you get humbled. I bet two thousand dollars you can't make Ana accept a kiss from you. That's all. Try to kiss her once. If she doesn't let you, I win. If she lets you, you win."

She stood on tiptoes, leaned in and finalized her words with a slow kiss. Asher felt the awakening of lust when her cracked lips came in contact with his thick lips. He quickly broke the kiss and held her shoulders. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “You aren’t strong yet. My monster is waking up.” Anamika’s gaze traveled down to his Crotch and saw there was a little bulge forming there. She nodded and said, “I understand.”

"I did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

“Annika, did you just scrunch your nose up in disgust at me? My eyes move from her lean figure to Ares, but he totally ignores me, his hand slowly caressing the side of her face. “You look hot when you are angry,” he murmurs, then plants a peck on the side of her face before stalking away. “Ares!” “Hey!” Her claws dig into my skin as she whips me around to face him. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Because I can do whatever I want to do in my home!”

When I left the room, it finally hit me that a three-year relationship was over. "Wow, you've got a pretty firm grip," the young guy said, his soft voice snapping me back to reality. I realized I had dragged him halfway down the hallway. I quickly let go and apologized, preparing to leave, but he grabbed my arm. However, he held onto me. "You can't just kiss a guy like that and leave. You owe me now." Suddenly, the autumn air felt much hotter than it should have. His stare was so intense, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I could not help but wonder if he was planning to use this incident to leech off me.

“I mean she’s the best. She’s absolutely perfect, you know? Brilliant and sweet and so fucking smart.” “You’re a good boyfriend, Nathaniel.” “Thanks, Anya.” I could barely process it when Anya grabbed my face and kissed me. I gently pushed her away. “Anya, um no.” “No?” She pouted. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” She definitely was! Anya was like a model! Long legs, bright green eyes, long blonde hair. She was stunning! But she was not Willow Monroe. “You’re very pretty, Anya, I’m just very much in love with Willow.” I informed her.

He clearly saw the number flashing on her screen, and it was saved with three heart emojis. Natasha didn’t answer the call. She simply silenced the phone, put the phone back in her pocket, and looked away. Kenny’s hand slowly let go of her wrist, and the expression on his face looked darker than before. Still holding her hand, Kenny asked her in a low voice, “Who was calling you just now?” Natasha looked at him sharply and said, “That i none of your business. Let me go.” But Kenny didn’t stop. “Who did you save with those heart emojis? I want to know.”

“It’ll be blue, by the way. Like a light blue.” He snorted even as he slapped his palm against mine. “What? So I can be like your boyfriend? Pass.” I pulled back, not understanding. “Huh?” “Oh, don’t act as if you have no idea what Nash drives.” Glancing down at my desk to the scratch pad I’d been writing on in the midst of my research and email correspondence, he pointed. “What’s this?” He picked up the notepad, curious. “Changing your doodles from Elton to Nash, yet?”

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.