Thanksgiving Kisses Novels & Stories

He whispered, “It’s from you. I like it very much. Hazel, this is the best Thanksgiving Day present I’ve ever received.” Feeling a warmth in her heart, Hazel leaned on his chest. “Joshua, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have suspected you before.” “Hazel, it’s not your fault. Perhaps we should deepen our feelings.” He looked at her tenderly and kissed her again. The kiss had chocolate flavor. Hazel wrapped her arms around his neck in bewilderment and responded emotionally. At the end of the kiss, Joshua gently touched her forehead, and they smiled at each other. All of a sudden, the phone rang, and Joshua frowned.

This was the closest we had been close to a kiss since that night. As the drink flood my bloodstream, I can't help but laugh. It was a buzzing feeling and I love it. As I passed the bottle back to him, I pulled him into myself for a one sided hug as I said, “Happy Thanksgiving, Dante.” He froze but finally relaxed into the hug. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and sniffed and then it was my turn to freeze. I don't know why I had hugged him. The silence that followed was a bit awkward, as he remained in my embrace.

The bond sang as our lips touched, and for a moment all I could think was thank God, as I pulled him into the kiss and held him there and he clawed at my hair and gasped my name and sucked on my lip and— And he did this with someone else just a couple days ago. The bond shrieked. I went still and he tensed, then stopped kissing me and pulled his head back slowly to meet my eyes, his shining with unshed tears, his fingers gentle on my hair as he stroked it back from my face. “Jesse, this is… this is the best day of my life,” he graveled. “I can’t… I don’t think I can articulate it. Thank you, beautiful. Just… thank you.”

Zander’s hearing was too good to risk speaking about what had happened, with either of them. ‘If he thinks you might be his mate then I’d really think hard about it before jumping him. I wasn’t kidding when I said to get your kicks while you’re young.’ Biting my lip, I told her what had happened with Zander. She may be a little off, but she may be able to help me make sense of it. ‘There’s more. I was upset earlier today because I had to tell my adopted mom we can’t be together for Thanksgiving, and Zander kissed me and gave me a scotch. The kiss was gentle and short. Am I reading too much into it?’

"Ethan, you may kiss your bride." Ethan didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, closing the small distance between us, and drew me securely into his arms. His hand cupped the back of my neck, tilting my head up as his lips met mine in a kiss that conveyed the sheer weight of years of unspoken emotion. It was tender, yet passionate, heavy with a lifetime of promises and a relief that was absolute. A thunderous applause rose from the guests around us, warm, genuine, and celebratory, but we lingered in the embrace for a few seconds longer, reluctant to break the spell of our newly minted union.

‎We collapse, tangled, breathless. ‎“Best gift ever,” he whispers. ‎I laugh, kiss him. ‎“Merry Christmas, Misha.” ‎

Gratefulness flooded my heart, and I thanked him profusely for the thoughtful gift. At that moment, our lips met in a passionate kiss right there on the busy street. It was as if time stood still, and we were the only two people in the world. The warmth of his embrace and the taste of his lips brought a sense of euphoria that I hadn't experienced before. It was a kiss filled with love, desire, and a deep connection between us. After our spontaneous display of affection, we made our way back home, hand in hand. As we entered the house Damien's phone rang.

The memory of her soft lips pressing against his made his heart flutter with excitement. He took a sip of his coffee, savoring the rich flavor that lingered on his tongue. The warmth of the mug in his hands was comforting, and he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He was grateful for the small moments of joy that life had to offer, and he knew that he had made the right decision in kissing Kate.

" Oh, Luke, how could I be so Lucky to have you love me?" "Clean living? God owes you?" " You beast. kiss me." " I have decided my kisses are worth a dollar each. That way, if I work at it, I can get out of debt to you by kissing you all the time How long will it take to give you a hundred thousand kisses?" "You never did pay me back for the hamburgers for bought you that first day!" "Good grief!" "For better or worse, remember." " I love you." "Oh, Georgia, how you!" He held her there in the midst of the revelry and kissed her thoroughly.

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”