Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

Palamonwana se e fitlhile You used to like it when you call, we would stay up all night You say that I'm yours and I said that you′re mine You send me lil' kisses and your pretty lil′ hearts you blow my mind Nobody else just me and my B-A-E and we K-I-SS-I-N-G ooh Come give it to me one more time (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses Kisses, kisses I like it when we touch like that I like it when we kiss like that When we do it like that I like it when you look at me just like that When you touch me like that I like it when we kiss like that and When we do it like that I

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

A hunger for him started to grow inside me, begging me to pull him down for another. “One hour. 21030, right?” he confirmed. I managed to nod, my foot catching slightly as I backed up. “21030.” I turned, and tried to remember which way my room was. It wasn’t my first kiss, but I was sure to remember it over all the kisses that had come before. “Wren.” I glanced back to find a smiling Weston. “I’ll see you soon.” The doors closed, and it took me a few beats too long to turn down the hall.

he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, the distance between them closes. Selena leans in, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that is both tender and fierce, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap that has grown between them. Wilson responds, his arms wrapping around her as he pulls her close, his kiss deepening as all the anger, the hurt, the betrayal, is washed away in the intensity of their shared passion.

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

He pulled me toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss that was sudden, fierce, and intoxicatingly hot. My breath hitched sharply as a wave of pure, liquid heat flooded my chest. Unlike Dutch's steady, protective warmth or Ronan's raw, thunderous strength, Tristan kissed me with a sharp, wicked precision that felt like playing with fire. His lips moved against mine with possessive, demanding intensity, his tongue tasting the cold rain on my mouth and replacing it with a searing, addictive heat.

he muttered, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Hi." My voice came out breathless. "See you tonight?" I nodded, barely capable of forming words. He smiled… that sinful smile that made my stomach flip, and walked backward a few steps before turning to rejoin his friends. One of them clapped him on the shoulder, and he just shrugged with a grin that said everything. I stood there frozen. My lips still tingling from the kiss and my heart hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears. I was officially Wesley Chen's girl.