Then I Kissed Her Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice low and sultry. Then she kissed me.

I closed my eyes and pulled her even more closer to myself, deepening the kiss. "That was my first kiss." She said smilingly, after we both disengaged and I smiled. I wrapped my arms around her even tighter. "But you're such a good kisser. Are you sure about that?" I said teasingly and she swat my arm playfully. "Of course, silly. What did you think?" She said. I laughed and soon, we locked lips again. This time, much more passionately. It was so perfect and yet so promising.... TANIA'S POV

she confessed “I don’t think so though” he countered and she titled her head in confusion “How? I don’t remember anyone before this” she replied immediately “You said that I forcefully kissed you the other day though” he responded carefully “Ah that day? I decided to erase the memory from my brain. How can I count that as a kiss when I didn’t enjoy it? This is my first proper kiss” she stated trying her best not to stutter “I apologize for that time once again” he said soberly

Kendal I kissed her a few more times, not really considering how inappropriate it might have been to make out with her in front of her family. She pulled back and smiled up at me. "I've missed you." "Me more." I leaned down and stole one more kiss. "I got flowers, dessert and a bottle of wine." "Well, my mother made sweet tea, so even if you don't drink it, do yourself a favor and have a small glass." I turned and opened the door. "It's like a party in your mouth."

It was the first time I'd kissed her since that night that changed the trajectory of our lives forever. Her lips were soft, warm, and shocked still beneath mine. For a second, she fought—pushing against my chest with her small hands—but I wrapped my arms around her and held her in a tight, desperate grip. My mouth moved against hers, my tongue sliding in, tasting her—needing her—and when her tongue met mine, just for the briefest second, something inside me cracked wide open.

My voice was low, desperate, needing her to understand me. She moved closer, her hand brushing my arm, her touch warm. "You're not weak. You're carrying so much, and you didn't have to do it alone." Her voice was soft, steady, like a promise. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine, slow and gentle, her breath warm. My heart raced, the kiss deepening, her hands sliding to my neck, pulling me close. I kissed her back, eager but careful. Her warmth washed away the guilt and shame.

I stated. “Me too,” she kissed me on the cheek again, then she was gone, and so was my heart.

Then, without another word, Vincent leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was deep, slow, and full of everything they had shared in their time together—their joy, their struggles, their dreams. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of their unspoken connection, and of the trust they had in one another. As his lips met hers, Isla felt a rush of emotions flood through her—love, longing, and a deep sense of belonging. It was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound together by an invisible force stronger than anything they could face.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

She gets on her tiptoes, and I lean in at once, taking her lips in mine. The moment my lips touch hers, it’s as though the entire world stops spinning. Her kiss is soft and warm, making my knees weak. I pull her closer, my hands sliding around her waist, anchoring her to me as her lips mold perfectly against mine. Her sweet and familiar taste is overwhelming. It feels like coming home after being lost in a storm. Five days without her had felt like an eternity, and now, every second we’ve spent apart melts away in the heat of her touch.