Two Best Friend In A Room They Might Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She didn't want to draw the attention of the people at the party, least of all in this way. But the second kiss, like the first, is also brief. Jhonny seems to instinctively know how Emanuele's mind works without even making an effort. "You're too beautiful," he murmurs, still quite red. After admiring each other, Jhonny asks for Emanuele's phone number. After she gives it to him, they both return to the living room. They have chosen to drink soda instead of alcohol. Apparently they were thinking alike on the issue of fun.

she said, "She told me some stuffs and it made me really angry and sad and I cried. Hours later, you came in sounding so happy and then you carried me and cared for me. When I looked up at you, the first thing I noticed was your lips and I began to wish I had a boyfriend, I decided to improvise, I asked you to kiss me." "Why?" They had both not touched their food. "I told you." she replied, not looking at him. "I'm your bestfriend. You're not supposed to look at my lips and wish you had a boyfriend." Her head came up and she gazed at him. “But I did.” He swallowed, glancing away then back to her. She didn’t understand, she didn’t know, she didn’t understand how desperate he was. “Joan…” “Kin

another yawn "-until you're feeling better." Smiling at my devoted friend as he yawns once more, I shake my head before planting a kiss on his warm cheek. "Thanks to all of you," I express my gratitude, "I've never felt better." I then nod toward the door. "Now, go. Seriously," I chuckle. "You all look like you're about to succumb to the plague and return as zombies." After about five minutes of reassuring and re-reassuring my dear friends that I truly am in a much better mood after spending quality time with them in my suite for the past two hours, they finally agree to retire to their respective rooms. Joining them in one massive group hug, I thank them once more for always being there and

Ben reassured, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm sure don't worry I can handle her we've been best friends for years I know her very well." I admitted. "You guys go make sure you get some rest because at 20:00 tonight it's going down at the club." I reminded, chuckling at my last sentence. "Okay buddy." Ben replied, smiling at me. I walked inside our room.... Wow! It's so beautiful... I walked to the bedroom.... and damn the bed looks amazing....

“You’re still my favorite meal.” Her hands gently caress my face as we share a deep, passionate kiss. The undeniable chemistry between us fills the air, even as she giggles playfully. Sitting beside me, she gives me the perfect opportunity to sneak my hand under her hoodie. A soft moan escapes her lips, filling the quiet living room, and I realize that this connection is helping me heal.

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

So why, out of all the spaces he has, would they be sharing one? The day I first saw them coming out of the same room, chatting casually like it was no big deal, I tried to convince myself I was seeing things. Maybe Elian just crashed there. Maybe the guest room was full. But that illusion shattered today. Because today, I walked in on them kissing. It wasn’t soft or romantic — it was intense. Confused. Elian had his hand halfway in the air like he didn’t know what to do with it, while Kaelin’s fingers were gripping his hair like he was holding on for balance or sanity or both.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

Shirtless men filled the living room, bodies grinding hard, hands sliding under waistbands and squeezing asses. My face burned, but Drey’s arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. “Relax, Lucas. You’re with me tonight.” Drey guided me deeper into the crowd. Men watched us openly. One pair nearby kissed each other ,tongues visibly fucking each other’s mouths while their hands worked each other’s cocks through tight jeans. I stood frozen as pairs of guys kissed deeply, tongues visible, while hands squeezed asses and rubbed bulges.

“You are here because she needs protection. Don’t confuse that with forgiveness.” Sophia released a breath and hugged me again. “Thank you. I knew you wouldn’t turn me away.” I didn’t hug her back this time. My eyes stayed on Luca. “Sophia gets the guest room,” I said. “You get the couch, the guards, or the hallway. I don’t care which. But you don’t get to walk through this apartment like it still belongs to you.” “My bedroom and study are private.” That night, Sophia made tea in my kitchen and talked about the wedding, the baby, and the doctors in Malta. Luca had been strange after waking up, she said, always polite, always guarded, never fully hers.