Never Have I Ever Kiss Scene Novels & Stories

Eva I've never wanted to kiss anyone before. Not like that, I mean. Before Nathan showed up and changed my whole life. I kissed a guy for the first time during that summer holiday a few years back. But he wasn't my boyfriend or anything. He was just a guy from our neighborhood and we used to hang out together. I hated it.

"I think the tragic hero gets the girl in the end, doesn't he?" "Only if he survives the second act," I teased, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "I'm a survivor," Evans whispered. He leaned in, closing the distance between us. His lips brushed against mine, tentative at first, asking a silent question. I answered by sliding my hand up the lapel of his parka, tangling my fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, and pulling him closer. The kiss was slow, deep, and tasting faintly of dark roast coffee. It lacked the frantic, desperate energy of our kisses in the equipment shed or the student lounge. This wasn't a rebellion. It wasn't a performance for an audience. I

“Are you complaining?” “No.” I step closer until we’re nearly touching. “I enjoyed it.” Her anger softens slightly. “You did?” “Yes.” Alexander calls from behind us. “Please continue this conversation somewhere else.” Aretha groans. “I hate all of you.” Evelessa finally smiles as she pulls me by my neck and kisses me as the locker room is filled with hoots and laughter but I don't care. I could hold her forever like this. The kiss grows intense as Alexander clears his throat "You might want to take that to the room...hello"

Eric turned to face me once again, our eyes locking in a fierce staring competition. Suddenly, without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I was taken aback at first but the passion and longing in his kiss quickly melted away my hesitation. I responded eagerly, my hands slithering up and down his back as he deepened the kiss. I pressed my body tightly against his, the tension between us now shifting from sadness to desire. We didn't say a word but our actions spoke volumes.

Maybe it is my last day. My hand trembles as I reach up to cup her cheek, my touch gentle and filled with unspoken emotion. I gaze into her eyes, my longing mirrored in hers. And then, with a surge of determination, I lean in to kiss her. But her initial reaction is one of surprise and resistance. She pushes against my chest, trying to break the kiss. Yet I refuse to let go. "Please, Vivian, don’t stop me," I murmur against her mouth. "Maybe this is my last kiss."

“I’ve always wondered what those damn sexy lips tasted like, babe! I’m so proud of you!” For the next two hours, it turned into a CIA-level investigation. They wanted every pixel of the moment—what led to it, who leaned in first, how long it lasted, what music was playing (even though there wasn’t any), and how many stars the kiss would get on a scale of dead fish to life-altering. “He did it?” Genny squealed, eyes widening. I nodded like I had just witnessed a miracle. “He leaned in first… and it wasn’t just a peck, you guys. It was like… like… A SCENE FROM A BOOK YOU DON’T LET YOUR MOM READ.”

he asked me "kiaan I can't do it. I tried, I swear but it's not working. Maybe I'm being unreasonable but it's my first kiss and I surely don't want to lose it like this." I told him and heard him taking a sigh "You should have told me earlier , Mehak , that you're not comfortable. Anyways come they are waiting." He said "Are we still doing the scene?" I asked him and he nodded What did I even expect that he would change the scene?

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.”

Our eyes close at the sudden jolts of electricity overflowing in my veins which causes me to deepen the kiss, ignoring the claps and the woos coming from the crowd as if there's only the two of us. As I break the kiss, I find myself instantly looking up into her eyes. The sudden sparks were new and they were something I've never felt before—no matter how many times I've kissed someone on the lips. Not even Kenna when we've kissed, twice in the past month. ''Did you feel that?'' I whisper as she looks at me in confusion but before she can ask me the reason to my question, we're being congratulated by the crowd and Dimitri has already pulled both of us into a bone-crushing hug; trying my best

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, holding on to each other as if our lives depended on it. “Dashiell,” she murmured, her voice barely audible as she glanced up, locking her gaze with mine. Smiling, she reached up to cup my face. My heart skipped a beat as she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. The world melted away, leaving only the two of us lost in the moment. The kiss deepened, our lips moving in perfect sync. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth seep into my very being. As we broke apart, gasping for air, Nova's eyes sparkled with tears.