Nose Kisses Name Novels & Stories

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

"She made a dare with a girl who asked her to kiss Kelvin." Brenna screamed, but covered her mouth instantly. "Seriously, Nicole?" I couldn't hold myself from laughing either. Nicole just kissed Kelvin? Now you're wondering who Kelvin is right? Kelvin is the school's most fatest guy. He loves eating and he wouldn't stop no matter how much you tell him. He basically prefers junk food which is one major reason he keeps adding every single day. That's the Kelvin Nicole just kissed. "What's there, guys? Kelvin is a guy and a human like any of us, why do we have to see him like he is nothing?"

The scent of night jasmine clung to the air, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a silent witness. We were still in the garden, the stars glinting above like curious eyes. His lips were warm on mine, commanding but unhurried, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. My first kiss. I had never imagined it would taste like this. Ripe, a little dangerous, and entirely him.

“Had?” I asked, detecting a hint of sadness in his tone and faraway gaze. Nox's handsome features pinched as he pushed away whatever thoughts he was thinking and ran his hand over his cheeks. In less than a second, he scooted up the headboard, leaned over, and kissed my nose. “Let’s hold off on some of that?”

“That’s oddly specific.” I shrugged. “I liked the story.” Her fingers were still in mine. “You?” she asked, voice low now. “What’s your name ?” I looked down at her. “Zeke,” I said finally. “Short for Ezekiel. But no one calls me that.” “Zeke,” she repeated again, softly. “Nice to meet you.” Her voice lingered in the space between us, warm and teasing. I cleared my throat, feeling way too aware of her body just a breath away. “That kiss, earlier…”

It was a tough four months too because Josh was the type of guy her Pa (rather belatedly) warned her about because of his Roman hands and Russian fingers. The heart of the matter was, it was Josh’s smoking that gave Kate the resolve. She always hated the smoky smell of his mouth. Nathan, on the other hand, is no smoker. And if she had to compare Josh and Nathan, Nathan is definitely the better kisser. A big and basic part of it is the fact that Josh was like a wolf who pounced and slobbered on a piece of meat while Nathan is a gentleman. The kiss is further proof that Nathan went all out to prepare for their reunion. He smells of aftershave: clean and subtle. His kiss tastes of toothpaste an

The outlines of my nipples hardened against my dress and I inhaled. I tried to come out of his arms but he tightened his grip on me, he leaned closer to my neck inhaling my scent placing tiny kisses on my neck. "Mhm. You smell like Jasmine flower." He mumbled and I almost wanted to throw him off me, how does he know my name? "I. you. Real." My words were sucked by his ferocious kiss making me shudder beneath his touch. 'Ah! My first kiss!' His lips felt soft but warm and wet. He pinched me on the thigh and I gasped. His tongue plunging into my mouth as he started swirling his tongue with mine.

"You're surprised right. Then forget it." I got rejected? Is this how Naira rejects someone. She looked straight ahead again. Just a fraction of a second the person did that, I reflexively pulled his neck and kissed. Just as he said. The difference is my goal is not my cheeks, let alone lips. A kiss on the forehead. *** ~ Naira Audzrilla ~ "Kiss Me." I said that knowing the person I was dealing with was Neron Wardana. I could say that I have a lot of faith in this person.

We stared at each other in the dim light—his eyes dark, searching, almost uncertain now that the glass and the camera were gone. I reached up. My fingers traced the line of his jaw, the stubble rough under my touch. He turned his head and kissed my palm. “I don’t even know your name,” I whispered. “Declan,” he said. Voice low, rough from hours of silence and groans. “Declan.” I tested it. It fit him—sharp, solid. “I’m Nora.” He nodded once. Then he kissed me.

He swung his arms and grinned at every kid he passed like he was arriving at a parade. At the classroom door he hugged Dominic tight around the neck, then turned to me, grabbed my face in both his little hands and kissed my nose. "Bye mummy," and just like that he was gone, running to his friends without a single look back. Dominic stared after him. "He didn't even say a proper goodbye." "He kissed my nose." "I got a neck hug." "The neck hug was very loving, Dom." He looked at me with a straight face. "I want a nose kiss."