روايات وقصص ضمن Nose Kisses Name

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

"Read it after I'm on the plane." I nodded weakly. The attendant was calling out again. Dean swallowed hard. He ran his fingers down my hair, the crooked smile I loved crossing his face. He cupped my chin in his fingers and kissed me. I breathed him in. He smelled like soap and sunshine. His mouth was warm and minty. A small patch of beard he missed shaving scratched at my cheek. His hands were strong as he pulled me into him for this one last kiss.

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to

I asked. “No,” he replied. His expression was hard to read. “After all, it’s only fair.” “I’m sorry for what happened to you,” I murmured. “Nobody deserves that.” “Ditto.” I didn’t want to ask him what he meant by that. The tip of our noses brushed together. Maybe it was his tragic past that spoke to me. Or maybe I tried to find logic in something completely illogical. “Eskimo kiss,” I said for no particular reason as our noses brushed again. He raised his eyebrow, question clear in his eyes, so I explained. “My girls and I call rubbing our noses together an eskimo kiss.” Because we love each other.

" Yes?" " Kiss me?"

Children were running around and people were talking and are having a picnic. "Hey, stay here" she suddenly said and i just nodded in response. I sat at the nearest bench and placed the costume on my lap. I sighed as I focused my eyes on the children who were playing tag. My fingers went to my lips. That was my first kiss. Well, the one in 3rd Grade was not counted. The one when I accidently slipped and tumbled towards Ryder and yeah, our lips connected so it was quite awkward for the both of us. Our classmates even made a shipname it was; KenDer. It honestly sound like kindergarden so my classmates always call us------okay, okay i'll stop blabbering nonsense. My mind went back to the kiss.

"Yeah, it was a game—chain kisses, you know?" Nick explained. "I kissed someone who kissed Jenna, then she kissed me." Noah tilted her head, curious. "Who was the 'someone'?" Nick hesitated, his face betraying the embarrassment he still felt. "Her hamster." "No..." Noah's eyes widened in disbelief, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yes," he replied, his voice flat. "That's awful," Noah said, laughing.

I reply, meeting his gaze and wondering why he's suddenly acting so possessive. "Good. See you once you are done, little one," he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before straightening up and leaving the bathroom, leaving me to ponder his behavior in confusion. Sitting on the toilet seat, I couldn't shake the shock of what had just happened. Nickolas, in a sudden and unexpected move, had not only called me by the nickname he gave me yesterday but also planted a tender kiss on my forehead. The mixture of confusion, disbelief, and a hint of warmth lingered in the air, leaving me utterly bewildered. Was Nickolas unwell? Or was there something deeper at play?

His lips are soft and his tongue, which has now invaded my mouth, tasted like sweet whiskey. "I wanted to do that the moment I saw you." He said breathlessly, as he pulled back from our kiss. I blushed. "Why? You don't even know me. Do you normally go around kissing random women?" "No." He smirks and plants another kiss on me. "Why do you call me kitten? I told you my name is Kitty." "That is my nickname for you. No one else is allowed to call you that but me. Entiendes?" (Understand) He smiles, looking me right in the eyes. Without realizing it, I nodded. He kisses me again and gently bites my lower lip.

"Baby, why do you like to kiss my chin?" Josephine was surprised to hear the random question. "Your chin is nice and firm, I like it and besides, standing like this or when in your arms, I can only reach your chin without having to stand on my tiptoes." Nicholas laughed and kissed Josephine playfully on the lips. He kissed Josephine's lips for a moment before letting go again. "You are funny, baby." "I am not funny, Nicholas, I am just short," snapped Josephine with roll eyes.