What Does It Mean When You Dream Kissing Your Crush Novels & Stories

“I wish we had time, mi amor, but you are nearly at your destination now, and I must get back. I will visit you soon and explain everything, I promise.” What the hell was wrong with me? My dream guys were always weird like they actually had somewhere else to be. Sometimes I wondered if my subconscious was trying to make them seem more real. “Okay Kai, sure thing. Next time I want less talking and more body action.” I would never say stuff like this to a real guy—I wasn’t that kind of girl, but I let my inner vixen out to play with my dream guys. “Believe me, there will be no talking just you screaming my name, mi amor.” His words sent shivers down my spine. He bent down and kissed me with su

I felt his tight grip in there, like he'll never let go of me. "Last time we talked, you were the one who's wet dreaming about me. But damn it! You made me dream about you. I wasn't able to sleep properly these past few days." He said that without even blinking. He was looking at me intently. My breathing became heavier and my heart went crazy. What does he mean? He dreamed about me? What kind of dream? I inhaled deeply when he leaned closer and kiss me on the neck. "You tortured me in my sleep."

Our lips met, and it was as if a flood of emotions surged through me – relief, joy, longing, and a sense of unity that defied the circumstances. My eyes closed, and I lost myself in the kiss, pouring all my feelings into it. His lips were warm, and I could feel his shallow breaths against my skin. It was a bittersweet taste of life's uncertainties and the power of connection. As the kiss deepened, I realized that this wasn't just about Kelvin waking up from a coma. It was about us – about how our lives had intertwined in ways I couldn't have predicted, how our hearts had connected amidst chaos and pain, and how, at that moment, I was sharing my feelings in the most profound way possible.

No one wants to hear that the person they have a crush on, kissed someone. "It doesn't matter…” Valerie started, "I mean, if the kiss didn't knock me fully conscious, then it was definitely nothing.” “What if he was just trying to be a gentleman?" Zayden asked, and I couldn't be more confused about what was going on. Valerie laughed, “gentlemen? I doubt, and besides, we were kinda drugged and any kiss that happened during that time, definitely doesn't count as romantic or being a gentleman." Isla's brow furrowed, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “You have someone you like." She accused, pointing her fingers at Valerie, with a knowing look.

All the different ways you can us it, yet the reason he's used it is different. If I put a kiss on the end of a text it's to be nice. Friendly. Only this wasn't to be friendly. It's his way of showing his feelings. That he likes me. Likes me in a more intimate way than a friend, and now we were going on a date. A date that meant potential actual kisses. His mouth on mine. Not a line crossed with a line. An actual, real life, kiss. I was supposed to be panicking, and I sounded like I was. Maybe I was a little. But I was more excited. Deep down I couldn't wait to kiss him. I couldn't wait to roam my hands all over him.

His caress was like a whisper of love, a gentle reminder of his affection for me. The magic of the kiss was so intense that the world around us became insignificant. The taste of his lips was electric, sending shivers down my spine and setting my heart ablaze. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to align perfectly, and my mind was free from the doubts that had haunted it. His kiss conveyed a depth of emotion that surpassed any spoken language. The whispers of longing echoed through my mind, mirroring my own dreams and desires. It was a powerful moment where we hugged and became inseparable.

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

Our eyes locked, the unspoken understanding between us creating a cocoon of intimacy. Then, as if guided by the gravitational pull of destiny, our lips met in a kiss that transcended mere physical contact. It was a meeting of souls, a union that echoed the promises we had yet to voice. Our kiss was a conversation, a silent exchange of shared dreams and unspoken commitment that reverberated through the very core of our beings.

However, the confusion infected poor Midnight, going from Ryder to him, spreading evenly between them. "Didn't you say you had a crush on him?" What is going on? Do you or do you not like that guy? May I hope or dig a hole and bury myself there? "Aha." Ryder smiled realizing where Midnight misunderstood her. "Having a crush doesn't mean I like him. I have to know him and have feelings for him to be called 'liking'. Having a crush only means that I'm interested in him. That interest can lead to me liking him, being only friends with him or it can also lead to nothing. It depends on what kind of person he is."

, I added as I pulled away from her. "Good…night, my princess" she stammered as she watched me enter my room and slam the door shut. Immediately I got inside my room, I squealed in excitement as I slumped on the soft bed, biting my lower lips as I reminisced on the kiss I had shared with Lucas a few moments ago. Did he realize that I have a huge crush on him? Does he have feelings for me as well? Does the kiss hold any meaning to him? Or was it just a thing of the moment?