Shane And Ryland Kiss Novels & Stories

“Is this some kind of proposal?“ I asked. Owen leaned down, not answering the question. His hair dripped rainwater onto my face as he kissed me softly. My heart soared in my chest, every fiber of my being taking flight. Owen was mine and I was his. We didn't have to be apart anymore. “Yes,“ I said, not waiting for him to repeat the question. “A thousand times yes.“ I leaned back in and kissed him again. Owen broke the kiss, and smiled down at me. "Jack and Emma met on vacation. You are my vacation. You are the person that makes me feel relaxed and wonderful. Wherever you are is home to me." I reached up and touched his cheek, losing myself in his cobalt eyes. "I love you, Owen Parker." "I lo

she said quietly. Rylan kissed her on the side of her neck softly and listened with a small smirk, “That someone was my friend, If I had known you were there, I would have introduced you to him” he said before he pulled her down slightly by the back of her head and kissed her on the lips softly. Aria closed her eyes and kissed him back, not knowing that they were both being watched by someone in the shadows. Hunter felt something twist inside him as he watched them both kiss from inside the diner, but promised himself that for Rylan’s sake he will not do anything to ruin their relationship.

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

“When I can say it without losing control.” “You realize,” I say slowly, “if this goes wrong, it fractures everything.” “I know.” “And if he rejects you?” I could see the hesitation on his face.The thoughts most probably swamping in his mind. “Then I live with it.” “But he is mine,” Kane says quietly. “Whether he understands it yet or not.” “My best friend,” I say. “My mate,” he replies. The words clash between us. From the clearing, Shawn’s laughter carries across the night.