Novel & Cerita One More Kiss Dear

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

I offered him a warm smile as I tried to maintain my composure. He mirrored my smile before taking slow deliberate steps toward me and then when he was close enough he lifted my chin so it was parallel to his then he leaned down and our lips connected. It was a brief kiss but it was wholesome, in that single moment I felt as though my soul was living my body and connecting to his making us truly one. He leaned back a bit, his eyes still lingering on my lips. "God I've missed you," he whispered, his tone hoarse and desperate making me want to cling to him forever.

"'You tired of it yet?" "I could love you one hundred times over and never get tired of the word," The man spoke, but this time it was he to take the girl's face between his strong hands and crash his lips to her own once more with ease. She sighed deeply against his kiss, speaking muffled words intently. "How about one-o'-one?"

“Just one last kiss, love.” I kiss him on the lips, and he takes a step back. It wasn’t a passionate kiss. It was more of a goodbye kiss. As soon as he’s out the door, I stop and take a minute to compose myself. Once I find my composure, I walk out of the room. As soon as I do, I hear voices and the sound of a door closing. I step into the living room and nearly faint with trepidation when I come face-to-face with Mikhail. My heart plummets, and my stomach churns as I gaze into his loving eyes. To my relief, Mikhail steps forward, wraps his arms around me and kisses me passionately.

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

I whispered, leaning into his touch. With that unspoken understanding, Atlas bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, bound by fate and a need that could no longer be denied. As the kiss deepened, the last remnants of my hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being.

What would it cost to be a little romantic with his ‘girlfriend’? “I’m working tomorrow,” she replied, putting her head back and giving him space to kiss her neck. Vince had to take her collar down. “No. I'm going to talk to Gambini. Tomorrow, Lina, you will be mine.” She just nodded. Vince placed his hand behind her head and made her come closer to him, in order to devour her lips. He gradually reduced the intensity of the kiss, until they were facing each other. “I have to go,” Lina said in a whisper.

One More Kiss Upon Your Return - Episode 13 He leaned his head toward hers. “It's well past the time that we dispense with formality, don't you think, Fara?” “Oui,” she replied as his lips touched hers briefly. It was a quick kiss, but one that might even convey betrothal. It was bad for that to occur. Her uncle was undoubtedly seething with rage if he observed, and she certainly wasn’t acting the part of the affianced woman by allowing it. “Grant,” she whispered.

So badly! My thoughts are brushed away by Kyrah singing along to the chorus and I can't help but admire the way her lips are moving. "Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight, just a touch of the fire burning so bright. And I don't want to mess this thing up, I don't want to push too far. Just a shot in the dark that you just might be the one I've been waiting for my whole life. So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight," she sings and turns to glance at me and I smile at her warmly and she smiles back.