Novel & Cerita What Does It Mean When You Dream Kissing Your Crush

I mutter against her neck. She turns in my grip, fast. Hands fist in my tie, yanking me down with surprising strength. Her mouth crashes into mine—angry, hungry, all teeth and heat and years of pent-up rivalry. No gentleness. Just raw need poured into one bruising, desperate kiss. I groan into her mouth, hands sliding under her blazer, gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks. She bites my lower lip—sharp enough to sting, hard enough to make me growl.

It's just a ball right? I've never attended a prom before and my first time would be with my best friend's crush. "You don't get to come to me, i'd come to you" I declared with glowing eyes at him. "Okay" he replied with a grin as he looked shy. "And you're signing a contract" "What!" He exclaimed, his mood brightens the more. He seems thrilled beckoning on me to specify what kind of a contract it would be. "It would contain your behavior around me. You see Cole, I want only you to myself for the ball and no one else is coming in between, you know what I mean"

"I am sorry i didn't meant to shout on you its just when i saw with that guy....." I waited for him to complete the sentence but he never did. He came towards me invading my personal space. There was a tension between us. I started breathing heavily. I caught him looking at my lips well he is not the only one who wants to kiss because i also want to cover his rough lips with my soft lips before imagination can go more vivid. Aakash smashed his lips with mine. My eyes widened in shock. Holy crap!!! Aakash is kissing me. My crush, the only guy i ever had feelings for is kissing. This is a dream infact the best dream.

His eyes would be filled with so much love, like he'd never be able to get enough of me. “Look what I found,” my eyes widened as I came across a picture which read Kisses and their meanings. “What's that?” He grilled. “Kisses and their meanings.” I replied reading through them. “Kissing someone means you love them right.” He uttered, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheeks as I chuckled at that. “No Mal. It Depends on where you kiss the person, now look at this,” I began pushing my phone forward, so the both of us could see the screen.

Her heart was racing, each beat echoing the thrill of that unexpected kiss. The warmth of Jonathan’s lips lingered on hers, and she replayed the moment over and over in her mind the way he leaned in, the soft surprise, and the electric connection they had shared. Was this love? She felt giddy at the thought, a fluttering sensation in her stomach that was equal parts excitement and disbelief. It wasn't just the kiss itself; it was the realization that there was something deeper between them. The playful banter, the stolen glances, and the way he made her laugh even during the most stressful days all pointed to something more.

And then, in an instant that felt like eternity, his lips met mine in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. The sensation of his kiss was electric, sending a rush of emotions through me like a cascading waterfall. The taste of his desire was both intoxicating and reassuring, intertwining with my own feelings in a dance of passion and vulnerability. It was a kiss that spoke of shared dreams and unspoken promises, a bridge between two souls that had found solace in each other's embrace.

ASTRID. The kiss meant nothing, absolutely nothing to me. I tell myself as I stride down the hall. Goddess, I am such a liar, the kiss meant every literal thing to me, the way his lips had brushed against mine, those possessive hands wrapped around my back. Those hard kisses in the garden. Suddenly thinking about all of this makes me blush. Is this fate? Does this mean that somehow we are meant to be together? Even if we were, we just can’t, we have barriers holding us back, we have secrets pulling us away, I know that every werewolf’s dream is to have their mate and have pups of their own.

I find myself kissing him in my dreams. The image of Victor Choi, his lips gliding down to meet hers, lingered in her mind, a vivid replay that danced through her thoughts night after night. How he moved—so effortlessly, so masterfully—was a mesmerizing enchantment she couldn't shake. Each gentle brush of his lips against hers in her imagination sent tingles down her spine, a sweet torture that left her craving more.

His eyes fell to my lips meaningfully. “So maybe…” I lifted myself on my toes, “We should quit talking and take advantage. It doesn’t happen daily that my crush shows up in my dream.” I whispered. Our lips were about to touch when my eyes opened. Not understanding, I looked around and groaned. I was just about to kiss his lips. Just a little bit away. Why? Oh, why? I stretched and sat up straight. My breakfast was about to arrive so it was better if I would get up and freshen up.

Each kiss was a promise, a reassurance that he was there for her, no matter how much she doubted herself. Finally, he captured her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a sweet, lingering kiss. The taste of her tears mingled with the warmth of his affection, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with understanding, compassion, and an unyielding love that transcended her fears. “You are here with me in my life; that’s enough for me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and sincere. The sincerity in his words wrapped around her heart, making her feel cherished and valued.