The Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

She smirks and gives me a wink of approval. I bite back a growl. I don’t know why, but that look she gives Esteban raises my wolf’s hackles. Esteban doesn’t notice. He’s too busy pulling me into a kiss as we walk inside. Kimmy closes the heavy, noise-dampening curtains behind us. The booth is tucked into a corner—private, but with a view of the dance floor. Esteban wastes no time. He pushes me against the wall, still kissing me fiercely, hiking one of my legs around his hip. His fingers move straight to my thong.

I had felt a million things but I couldn't put them into words and instead of embarrassing myself and Kaden, why not just make it curt? "The first game we'll be playing is called Lipstick and Kisses. You're going to kiss your partner all over the face in a minute, and the person with the lowest amount of kisses gets a penalty while the winner gets a reward. So let's choose, who does the kisses?" The Blondie asked. "The girls!" Everyone answered immediately. "Come closer, girls. Get ready to kiss your guys!" The Blondie announced and my heart fell. What? Was I… was I going to kiss Kaden all over the face?

“Self-defense.” I shook my head, still laughing. “You are unbelievable.” His grin softened a little. “Worth it though.” The booth suddenly felt smaller. Quieter. And I realized his hand was still loosely holding my wrist. My laughter faded into a smile. “You’re ridiculous,” I said. “Probably.” I leaned across the table. And kissed him. It wasn’t dramatic. Just soft. Familiar. The kind of kiss that felt like something you didn’t have to think about anymore.

They came to a pause at her boobs, and I gently squeezed them. "Oh God. It felt so soft and so... good to hold." I slid down the bench and her body followed suit, but we didn't disentangle from each other. We laid on the floor of the photo booth in a spooning position as she arched her back while we kissed. I don't know how long we spent kissing, but I did know that I would give anything in that moment to continue kissing her. It was intoxicating to have her tongue dance in my mouth as I squeezed her boob.

"Why are you being so cold? I just want a kiss." I shot him a look and arched an eyebrow. "A kiss is worth a hundred bucks per five seconds," I bargained. He shook his head, looking half-exasperated, half-amused. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he moved in anyway. Without another word, he claimed my lips again. I kept my hands firmly at my sides, refusing to touch his neck because I was terrified I’d cave into the temptation all over again. "That was twelve seconds," I said the moment our lips parted, breathless. "But fine, let’s call it ten. The extra two seconds are on the house since you’re actually a decent kisser," I joked, giving him a dismissive shrug.

I directed the statement to Jessica. "I'm really sorry,I forgot."She apologized. "Why won't you forget when you are watching teen romance."Jace scoffed,he sat besides me on the coach,his right hand hung on my shoulders. "Give her break."I whispered. "Come,are you guys up to the age of watching Teen Romance."He asked again. "We are Fifteen!."Maya and Jessica echoed and it followed with a glaring competition. I laughed when I saw their faces,"Well,The Kissing Booth is an interesting movie."I commented.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

I went back to the dressing to change into a sleeveless short gown before joining the others in the garden. I was wowed by how the garden was redecorated. A small structure crafted from wood was almost at the end of the small garden. It was draped in soft fabrics, and adorned with white roses and hanging lanterns. It had a sign reading KISSING BOOTH, in bold letters. My stomach sank. I perfectly understood what the challenge would be all about. 'What if I end up kissing Brandon? I pray that..."

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

His breath hitched as I felt it right on my skin, while he then kissed me slowly. I kissed in a photo booth! This was the first time it was happening to me. I only saw it in movies, and now it was starting to get a little bit real.