Novel & Cerita True Lovers First Kiss

At least, that's what she believed. "Three, two, one! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" The deafening and incredibly good music welcomed the 25th of December with the presentation of the most awaited singer, who celebrated with us and toasted us with a single drink before singing. Carl put his arm around my shoulders, hugged me, pulled me into his mouth and we had a kiss that almost erased our surroundings. The singer intoned a lively and well-known pop ballad, the laughter mingling with the din, that kiss became epic for both of us, and "I love you" came out of our mouths like greetings from reality.

"Harv, I only did it because I'm too much in love with you! I desperately wanted to make you mine! Please forgive me!" Harvey eyed her in disgust before hurriedly explaining to me, "Sammy, those videos are all fake. She manipulated the angles and edited them to make it seem like something they weren't. "Nothing ever happened between us. Let's patch things up, Sammy. I won't ever meet up with Tiana again." Chuckling, I pulled up the video of them kissing during the engagement ceremony. "Nothing ever happened between you two, huh? You guys even kissed. Are you going to tell me this was the product of a manipulated camera angle too? Don't tell me you hired actors to put on the engagement ceremo

But now, faced with Ryan’s simple request, she found herself feeling strangely shy. “Can’t do it?” he asked. Under Ryan’s pleading gaze, she lowered her head and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, light as a butterfly’s touch, there for a second before flitting away. Ryan was momentarily stunned, then looked at her again, eyes full of longing, clearly wanting more. Eudora chuckled. “Feeling better now?” He shook his head. “You kissed the wrong spot. It still hurts,” he said, pointing to his lips. She shot him a look and huffed, “You haven’t even brushed your teeth. Keep dreaming.”

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

Of course it's not a bad time, I just said that for humor, and of course, to sound cool. “I wouldn't know, I've never really...” I don't wait for her to finish her sentence, I brush my lips over hers, softly, seeking approval to proceed. She gasps in surprise but parts her lips in approval, and I welcome them with mine. heat rises from my stomach to my head, her scent hypnotizing. The kiss says all the things I haven't been able to say to her, all the things I might never be able to say to her. It's not demanding, it's passionate, yet soft and gentle. It washes a wave of warmth over me.

Nana and the rest shouted from outside but they ignored as the two love birds continued kissing. *** HE KISSED HER FIRST AND HE ENDED UP WITH HER. ******THE END******

His lips moved against mine with raw hunger, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of me. He tasted like sin and possession and the faint trace of my own tears. One of his hands slid into my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted so he could kiss me deeper, harder, stealing the air from my lungs. I was breathless. Shocked. Shy and so incredibly nervous that my entire body trembled beneath him. This was my first kiss. And it was with Tristan Desmond. My uncle. My obsession. The man who had ruined me in every way except this one. A broken, overwhelmed whimper escaped into his mouth. My hands fisted in his shirt, no longer pushing him away but pulling him closer.

Her eyes became teary, and she felt rejected. So I only had one option left. I took her cheeks as gently as I could with my hands. I approached slowly to her and kissed her tenderly on her lips. It wasn’t a kiss from a lover. It was just a kiss from a complete stranger who had fallen in love with someone completely unknown. Although it was an instant, it seemed eternal, and I really had not felt this way with anyone before. It was my first time in love. “Are you sure of this?” She said as she wiped away her tears.

Right after my confession. I rose on my toes. My lips met his. The kiss started slow. Then deepened. His hands slid up my back. Into my hair. He held me like I was fragile and unbreakable at the same time. I tasted the truth on his tongue. The terror he had carried. The love he had fought. We broke apart but stayed close. Foreheads pressed. Breaths mingling. The air felt charged. Different. Something permanent had locked into place between us. The first real exchange of those words. No contract. No bargain. Just us. Raw. Honest. Exposed.

He steps closer, lifts my chin and forces me to look into his blazing blue eyes. "Don't want me to think what, Tee?" I swallow hard, gaze locked with his, and say, "You're going to be...my first, ah, lover." He seems to freeze and he's searching my eyes, as though looking for the truth. Then he begins breathing again and the corner of his mouth tilts up. "If you've chosen me for that honor, Tee, I'll make sure you aren't disappointed." Then he's pulling me up off the bed, drawing me against his body, and kissing me again. This time it feels tender and careful.