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Xavier’s eyes flicked to mine, that smug, knowing smirk plastered across his face, like every single plan had already unfolded. My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe well. “Wha… what’s all this?” My voice shook. “Ho… how did… did she… who bailed her out?” My thoughts raced, jagged and chaotic. I forced my gaze to the stage. Ryder’s hand was glued to her waist. My stomach dropped. In a heartbeat—I counted it in my head—3… 2… 1… The kiss. Ryder French-kissed Isla right there, in front of everyone.

“You don’t get to unload this guilt at my feet like it makes us even. You don’t get to cry now that the truth hurts you.” “I want to make it right.” She looked at him, eyes burning. “You can’t.” Silence. She stepped back. But then, for just one second, her voice softened. “Why did you kiss me like that, Damon?” His reply was instant. “Because it felt like the only thing that made sense.” She exhaled. Shaky. “You’re five years too late.” Then she shut the door. But behind it — both of them were crying.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

She huffs in frustration, but doesn't protest further. Mark looks at Isabella and Emma then. "C'mon, girls, let's head to that dinner and go home." He says and exits the office with Emma by his side, and Isabella walking behind him. As she passes me, our eyes lock, and her perfume hits me. The same one she wore last night. "See you soon, Isabella." I drawl, and she nods once before following Emma and Damian outside. I smacked, shocked Ezra upside his head.

"Bra! You haven't liked anyone new for the longest time now...so what do you think? You want to splash some fire works on her? And wo! Wo! Wo! Wait! Aren't you dating someone already? Your so called girlfriend what's her name? Ahm Olivia right" He asked with the sense of not being sure of the name. "No man! What you talking about? I dumped Olivia 2 months ago don't you remember? This one is Linda bra, Linda! Glue that on your skull"! So he emphasized jokingly. He back questioned him and laughed about because he knew he was also going to as soon as he would recall what she had done. "Owww hahahahaha that one bra! I remember now, she used to mother you and all...but dude, she wasn't that bad y

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

“What kind of kiss was it?” “What do you mean?” “Was it long, short? Tongue? Did he moan while he kissed you?” “I guess there was some tongue.” Willow shrugged. “But I promise it was nothing! It was a kiss for show and that’s it.” No it wasn’t. I was getting really irritated with Levi now. He had many opportunities to tell his family that Willow was not his girlfriend and now he was making them think that they were madly in love. Who does that?

' he stared at her like that for a long while before leaning to her face. Isabella stepped back until her back was on the corner of her desk. "What are you doing--hmpjdin, what the hell!!" Isabella shouted when Kyle forced a kiss on her. Kyle gained his composure when he saw the angry face of Isabella and immediately knelt down and kissed her feet. "I apologize, madam," he repeatedly said but Isabella could only stare at him. She's utterly disgusted with the kiss that Kyle gave her but somehow... down her stomach were butterlies rumbling like crazy.

She couldn't deny that she had developed feelings for him in this short time, and she wanted to express her feelings in return. She nodded, her voice quivering with unadulterated excitement, and said, "Yes, Dave, I would be honored to be your girlfriend." Dave's hands trembled ever so slightly as he gently slid the exquisite ring onto Marisa's finger, sealing the moment with a kiss that expressed the profound depth of their emotions. Their lips met in a tender, passionate embrace, igniting a spark that had been building between them since the day they first met. The kiss felt timeless, as if the world around them had faded into insignificance.