Nose Kisses Novels & Stories

"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.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

Perfect. He leaned in for a kiss. I saw it coming, a predictable maneuver. Operation Kiss: Initiate. I met him halfway, angling my head, offering my cheek. Brief. Controlled. A tactical acknowledgment. His lips were warm, dry. I felt the pressure, registered the contact, noted the duration, sufficient for affection, insufficient for passion. Check.

"So you're saying that if the girl is pretty, I would want to kiss her? Are you like that with men? If you like the look, you want a kiss?" He paused to look at me and wait for my answer. We were on the side of his car. "Well, it depends if I type the guy?" His eyes grew darker by the second. "As long as you're the type, it's okay for you to kiss, right? The corner of my lip lifted. "Why not? Is it okay for me to kiss the man. But that's different. The staff only asked for a kiss on the cheek, ah?" "Tss." "Those are the celebrities, kissing the cheeks of their fans. And in western countries, kissing on the cheek is only a form of greeting."

Smiling to himself, Silas brought his face closer and planted a kiss on her soft nose. She was so beautiful. He leaned to kiss her nose again but... Suddenly, her eyes shot open and he almost had a heart attack as her nose flared.

I kissed her tenderly and gently, not to scare her away. We parted our lips in need of air. I pressed our forehead together while panting for air and she was breathing heavily. I kissed the tip of her nose and I saw her close her eyes while smiling. When she opened her eyes, our gaze met and we smiled sweetly at each other. This is our first kiss together and I will cherish this moment forever.

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."

My eyes dropped to hers—down to her mouth. Nessa: “Not in any weird way, of course. I mean, if I had to choose between you and my Louis Vuitton purses, I’d—” I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her. Her eyes widened. Nessa: “Nerd?” Me: “Yeah?” Nessa: “Did you just kiss me?” I swallowed. Me: “Yeah.” Her gaze roamed over me for a long second. Nessa: “Do it again.”

A breath I didn't even realize I was holding releases from my lungs, and a split second later, something happens that makes my entire body completely freeze up. Banks leans forward and kisses it. He presses his warm, firm lips directly over the exact spot where the nose ring used to stay. "Mast..." Before I can even whisper his title, he leans to the side, kissing my right cheek with a lingering sweetness. "You look absolutely magnificent, Anor." He shifts, kissing my left cheek with the exact same reverent pressure.

And her long brunette hair was pulled up into a ponytail, revealing her long, thin neck. “You came!” Zain smiled as he picked up his board and jogged toward her. Without thinking, he leaned in and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She pulled back slightly, obviously taken aback by the gesture, and then he realized what he had done. “Oh! It’s a cultural thing. We always kiss our friends and family on the cheek in greeting when we see them. No big deal. Sorry.” She laughed. “No, that’s all right. But I have one question.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Do you greet your male friends with a kiss, too?”