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

I pretended to be asleep as I don't want to answer him. "Don't pretend to be asleep," He catches me off-guard, and I feel a movement that he is approaching me. I open my eyes, and then our eyes met as I notice him moving closer to me. Unexpectedly, he pulls me closer to him and puts his arm around my back. He presses my body until our chests stick together. I can feel my heartbeats getting faster. Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? I wish this day would happen, but I didn't expect it to happen in an unexpected event like this. We stare at each other for a few seconds, and to my surprise, he kisses me. While his lips touch me, I don't know if I'm going to celebrate or not, my long-time crush ki

I muttered to myself. Just as I closed my eyes, a sweet dream enveloped me. In the dream, Jayden and I were in the kitchen, and I was against the counter while he was in front of me, with our eyes locked in a loving gaze. We shared a deep, passionate kiss as pancakes heated on the stovetop. "I love you so much," he whispered against my ear, his voice like butter and honey. "I never want to leave you." I felt my heart soar, my soul entwined with his. The dream was so vivid, so real, that I wished it wouldn't end. But, as with all dreams, I woke up to reality.

I fell asleep quickly, joking to myself, “New place, let the groom dream of the bride.” I see Kays—and he is furious. His brows are drawn together, his lips tight, his gaze full of liquid fire, fixed on me. I miss him. I haven’t seen him for less than a week, yet I already miss him so much… The strange thing is, I clearly know this is a dream—that he isn’t really here—so I boldly step closer. He wants to say something, but I reach for him and silence him with a kiss. In a dream, I’m allowed anything… and I shamelessly take advantage of it.

If only it were that easy. In the meantime, my mind raced uncontrollably. The kiss was so brief, just a gentle touch that likely held little significance for him, yet for me, it unleashed a surge of emotions. I had a deep yearning hidden for years, lingering wounds that hadn't fully mended, and the reality that our relationship disintegrated not due to a lack of love, but because there were numerous unresolved issues between us. That little kiss triggered a rush of memories all at once.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I let out when she kept looking at me through the screen as if I was an alien or something. “A kiss on the forehead means he values you and wants you with him for a long time,” She explained and I stared at her in disbelief, she just made that shit up to fill my head with crazy thoughts. “You just made that up right?” I asked. “No, I didn’t, a kiss on a forehead is a romantic gesture that signifies pure love, just like how a kiss on your collarbone means he wants you,”

It isn't like the kiss we had in the break room; this time it is full of emotions of love. As we kiss, it is like a rush of emotions. Relief, joy, and the happiness of being close again fill me up. Every kiss feels like a fresh start, wiping away the silence and bringing us back together. At that moment, it is just us, forgetting everything else. The kisses speak of saying sorry without words and a strong desire to make things right. The kiss is like a story filled with love, regrets, and the promise of better times.

She rushed out. “Listen to yourself, you not even making sense, you shared a dream that you fucked in and that makes it real. Where the sparks full on and electrify, was it passionate and you didn’t want it to end, you know what I don’t fucking care, I am sorry I kissed you it will never happen again.” I growled

The night unfolded in a tender dance of exploration, our hands tracing the contours of each other’s bodies with reverence. Jacob’s lips met mine in a slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was both gentle and possessive as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if I were the missing piece of his soul. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room as our intimacy deepened, each moment a testament to the undeniable bond that had bound us. Words became obsolete as sour bodies communicated the depth of our longing, an unspoken promise of a future together. It was true that had a crush on him and suddenly I was living everyone’s dream

Do you know what I would give to make it reality? I dream about your touch, your taste. God yes, I fantasize about your kiss, what your tongue feels like, what it tastes like. I dream of kissing you for hours upon end. My sense is that I would be just as satisfied kissing you, making out, as I would if we were to make love. Oh, and to make love...the simple thought of it makes me weak in the knees; my heart pounds, and my eyes close as my mind takes a break from reality. The things I would do to you...

Ash smiles and kisses Alexander cheeks lingering a little on the bruised one and I smile. "There is that smile again that drives me crazy." I look up at Brandon embarrassed and I remember. Hooooolyyy shittest we kissed. I kissed my crush. My crush kissed me. Does this mean he is interested in me..? But how? I'm nobody whereas he is...everybody and everything. But I have to know what's happening between us now.