Plant A Kiss Book Novels & Stories

H 41 Sienna. The kettle whistled loudly, almost getting my attention, but I ignored it, flicking the last of the dried rose petals into the teacup. Isabella was sprawled across my couch, one socked foot hanging off the edge, flipping lazily through one of those trashy romance novels she pretended not to love. “You gonna get that?” she asked without looking up. “I’m dramatically finishing the aesthetic,” I replied, sliding the cup toward her. She accepted it with mock reverence. “You’re a goddess.”

he whispered, voice low and hesitant. “No, no,” Jaiyana interrupted, her voice shaky but earnest. “I wanted that kiss. Please forgive me. I just…” Before she could finish, Kaplan leaned in once more, capturing her lips with renewed intensity. The kiss was deeper this time, charged with longing and emotion, and Jaiyana responded in kind, her heart racing and her breath catching as the moment stretched between them. Every glance, every brush of their hands, every shared warmth drew them closer, the world around them fading into a quiet, private bubble of connection.

she explained. Then she flipped few pages, searching for something with a serious expression on her face. “Oh! I got it! But… it's not good…” she looked at me, concerned. “What is not good?!” I shouted, shaking with impatience. “He was unconscious when your lips touched his, right?” “Yes.” “So… he couldn't kiss you back…” she continued. “Yes… I mean… it wasn't a kiss! But… yes,” I replied, agitated. “So… basically you have to find him, and make him kiss you… willingly, and you will have to do it before your 30th birthday,” she declared, closing the book.

I don't stop my advance until my bare chest is pressed against his, my lips so close to his I can feel his warm breath brushing against them, tempting me. Once I kiss him, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to stop. But right now, I don't care. He wraps his hand through my hair, lips brushing tentatively against mine. I'm not sure which one of us accelerated the kiss first, but in one moment it was soft, careful and sweet, and the next, my breath has almost been completely stolen from my body, Kastriv tongue sweeping through my mouth as if he owns it. I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. With one hand on my hair, the other on my waist, he keeps me pinned against me, kiss

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

Dahlia’s P.O.V The kiss takes me by surprise—stunning me into stillness. It isn’t just the abruptness of it, or the way his lips move with such confidence against mine, but the sheer force of it, the undeniable heat that pulls me in, making my pulse pound like a war drum. Killian doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t falter. His fingers press into the small of my back as he pulls me down on top of him, deepening the kiss in a way that has my breath hitching in my throat.

It was the way my body surged towards his, the gasp that escaped my lips as his mouth finally, finally covered mine. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't tentative. It was a dam breaking. A wildfire igniting. Years of suppressed longing, anger, confusion, and a love that refused to die erupted in a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. His lips were firm, demanding, tasting of champagne and rain. A low groan tore from his throat, vibrating against my lips, echoing the desperate sound caught in my own. His arms banded around me, crushing me against the hard, unyielding wall of his chest. One hand slid into my hair, tilting my head, deepening the kiss with a possessiveness that ignited every nerve

The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent invitation for something more. Time seemed to stand still as we lay there, our bodies inches apart, hearts beating in synchrony. The intoxicating anticipation electrified the space, building a bridge between our souls. It was as if the very air hummed with unspoken desires, yearning to be unleashed. Before a single word could escape my lips, Calla took charge, her eyes full of mischief and determination. With a sudden surge of boldness, she closed the gap between us, her lips crashing against mine in a fervent, passionate kiss.

he smirks devilishly and bends down to reach my lips, planting them fully on mine which makes butterflies erupt from my stomach as I gave into the kiss. He hummed in satisfaction as he gripped my waist, his lips moulding with mine deliciously as his tongue managed to seep into my mouth deepening the kiss. My toes curled in satisfaction as he moaned, nibbling my bottom lip as he brought my impossibly close to his body. He smelt like old books and pine trees, my favourite kind of scent. I felt his warmth seep into me and something calling me out just to kiss him even harder. But the kiss was slow, not going farther than savouring each other in this moment.

He climbs on top of me and he starts to plant kisses all around my body making me feel loved, cherished, and missed "There's something I have to tell you," he says planting kisses going lower and lower down my body