Romance In The Air Novels & Stories

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

“I love you so much.” “I love you too,” Everly whispers as they share a sweet kiss. I look up at Finch, who winks at me. I giggle and we follow Carter and Anderson down to the ballroom. Finley and Everly hurry in front of us to take their seats as Finch and I line up behind Turk and Romana. Juliet- We got this; we can do this! You got this. Romana is wearing a black cocktail dress. With her hair up. “Why the hell am I so nervous?” Romana asks.

Roman just chuckles to himself before responding, “Sorry, Sweetheart, but we're on an airplane full of unmated werewolves, and you smell like heaven. It's not your fault, and it's not theirs either. So, I'm just going to hang on to you, if you're comfortable, that is?” Of course he would end it with a question and give me an out if I really wanted it. Turns out, I don't. I’ve still got to get used to all the public displays of affection, but I love them. They catch me off guard because I'm not used to it, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy his possessiveness. As the men continue to file onto the plane, I settle into Roman's lap with my laptop to finish one of my assignments.

“He's just teasing baby. have a seat.” Dylan is abso-fucking-lutely, seated.The morning of their flights comes way too quickly. It doesn’t help that they didn’t sleep for even a minute. Just laying in bed and watching movie after movie between random conversations and stolen kisses. So when the time comes for them to catch the cab to drop off their boxes at the post before heading to the airport everything rushes in at once. The fear and the anxiety and the longing and the excitement and the love so much love. Andre didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Roman could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through her hair as they both breathed each other in. Warmth blossomed in Rose’s chest, sparks igniting as Roman leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, again. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, lavender scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in his stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss.

I breathed, pulling him down by his collar. The hours that followed belonged entirely to the dark and the firelight. There was only the slide of skin against skin, the climax of our self-giving, the shared breath in the stillness, and the beautiful, overwhelming reality of a love that had fought through the wreckage to finally, permanently, open its doors for the morning.