Romans & histoires Sorry I Didn't Kiss You

"But it was a mistake okay. I didn't mean to kiss him." Well that shut her up. (Okay that went bad, probably would edit it later, make it seem more realistic, but we will have to go like this for now. How it go. Hope you guys didn't loose any loads, all aboard? Like and comment. Love yal. ADIOS.)

When she didn't say anything, Azariah decided to talk it out, at least, if she has to hear him say those things, it can soften her heart, can really never tell. "I know the kiss is the most dumb thing that I have ever done since Lucy died but then, I am sorry. I was just glued to your lips, each action which it took just made me crave for it, and that was quite something that I had promised myself not to do. Please, forgive me if it was against your privacy rules, I truly apologize for that," Azariah murmured.

The more I looked at them ,the more I got tempted to just kiss her 'Just kiss her already' ' No ,don't ,you don't like her remember?' 'Yes you do ,just that you won't admit it' 'Don't listen to that ,Sammy punched you because of her ,if you kiss her now you'll regret it for the rest of your life '

Desperation crept into my voice as I asked, "Then what about this kiss we just shared, Logan?" He seemed torn, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing, guilt, and uncertainty. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice heavy with indecision. "I just... I'm sorry for doing this to you." The tears I had been trying to hold back finally spilled down my cheeks. I watched as he retreated to his car, disappearing into the darkness. The weight of his confession, the intensity of our kiss, and the sudden rejection left me standing there, alone in the night, feeling a profound sense of loss and heartache.

He quickly pulled away, his own surprise evident on his face. “I’m sorry,” his voice laced with regret. “I shouldn't have kissed you like that... not without your consent…” But before he could utter another word, her lips eagerly reconnected with his. A surge of relief washed over him, and his lips curved into a smile as he gently pulled her close, their embrace filled with the intensity of the moment. They shared a beautiful, tender kiss, sealing their newfound connection. Visenya quickly withdrew herself, her heart pounding with the realization of her own actions. "I'm so sorry for kissing you. I don't know what came over me."

"I don't know why but I really lite you. I don't know why but my heart goes trazy just by your mere presence. I know you have a dirl, whom you really lite but she rejected you. So, I.. I thought I should confess this once, before leaving this school. I'm.. Sorry. " [I don't know why but I really like you. I don't know why but my heart goes crazy just by your mere presence. I know you have a girl, whom you really like but she rejected you. So, I.. I thought I should confess this once, before leaving this school. I'm.. Sorry. ] She didn't know why she said sorry? Was it because of that handsome face, that fought to laugh at her or at the fact that she just told him that he was rejected by his

As we broke from our kiss, Kayden’s eyes were hooded with a haze I could feel resonating through my body. “I am sorry. I should have waited, but I couldn’t control myself from kissing you,” Kayden said, the smile quickly replacing the heat haze, and I felt relieved. I will get going,” he added, as I didn’t reply. He looked disappointed that I hadn’t said anything but left after saying goodbye. I stood for a few seconds until I saw Kayden’s car disappear. I sighed, trying to calm my heart.

I leaned in and k​issed hi​m. ‌It was quick. Sof‌t‍. A​nd then I pulled away. ‌“I’m‍ sorry,”‌ I said,‍ s⁠tepping back. “I can’t.” He looked confused, hu‌rt. “Did I do somethi⁠ng wrong?”

I replied, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts to maintain a firm tone. "For the kiss," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry," I added, my eyes cast downward in shame. "I promise it will never happen again. Never," I repeated, my gaze fixed on the floor. Ethan's response was unexpected, his tone neutral. "I don't know what you're referring to," he said. "There was no kiss between us." I could discern the deception in his eyes, a fleeting glimmer that betrayed his words. It was clear that he was denying the kiss not because it hadn't happened, but because acknowledging it was the last thing he wanted to do, especially with me.

The weight of what I did. I couldn’t take it back. But God, I wanted to make it right. “What did you do?” Liam asked suddenly. I looked up again, startled. “You’ve got that haunted look. Like someone peeled back your ribs and poked around inside. Let me guess… she hates you now?” “She has every reason to,” I muttered. Liam whistled low. “Damn. What’d you do?” “I kissed her.” He blinked. “Without apologizing. I thought the kiss would make up for it.”