When A Guy Kisses Your Hand While Holding It Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and was about to let go of his hand when he gripped it tightly that made me pulled a bit close to him. “I was just thinking…that I am holding a beautiful girl’s hand,” he said that made me stunned for a while. He saw my stunned my face and laughed a bit. What made me surprise more is when he gave a smack kiss on my lips! My eyes literally widened. What the hell is he doing? What if someone sees us? “W-What are you doing?” I can’t help but to stutter. He smirked and looked at me with his gentle eyes. I am suddenly drowned at him again. My heart is beating so fast and only Ronald can do this to me. No one else but him.

His jawline is sharp and angular like his nose and his lips are pale pink and juicy. “Nice to meet you”, I find myself saying somewhat aggressively, as I hold my hand out to shake his. He takes my hand in his and lifts it to his mouth instead, placing a soft peck on it. “The pleasure is all mine”, he says, causing my cheeks to heat up. Simon clears his throat and Jonny drops my hand, which I don’t think either of us realized he was still holding.

I was embarrassed when I saw how his hands easily covered mine, his hands were so big and warm that I felt a rush pass through my veins. “When you touch me, you have to be very confident, otherwise it will be very obvious.” He says seriously, as I nod my head like a good student. “When you kiss me, your hands can go around my neck like this.” He unexpectedly pulls my hands around his neck, making my body flush against his. “And when you kiss me, you can lightly touch my face.” His voice goes deeper when he touches my chin as I cling to his neck, waiting for the kiss in anticipation.

he chuckled and my half of my lips grinned at him. "Well, and this..." I leaned forward to kiss him and I felt his hands pushing me more to him. I was impressed that he never tried to moved his hands to try touching me, he was a gentleman not like other guy s who just wanted to touch my body and didn't hesitate to do it on public, but this guy was indeed kissing me back but he has respect to my body. "Damn it! Zoren!" a man shouted and this guy immediately broke the kiss and stared at the man behind me. He looked surprised but he just winked.

“Because I am.” “I’ll take this.” He said as he reached for my right hand. “Both of your hands are mine now.” I was surprised when he suddenly held my right hand and put it on his lips. “W-What are you doing?” “Take what’s mine.” He said as he planted little kisses on my hand. He was looking at me while his lips were traveling down to my fingers. He opened his mouth and began licking my fingers. “W-What—

He exhales the way a man exhales when he has been holding his breath for a long time, the way a man exhales when the answer is the right one, the way a man exhales when the woman he is dating has just said the thing he was hoping she would say, except he was not going to say it, because it had to be her answer, and her answer was the right one, and he is exhaling because the right one is the one he needed. "Okay," he says. "No show. Just us." He reaches over. He takes my hand. His thumb is on my knuckles. The way it has been every time. The small, careful, very specific way of holding a hand that I am going to think about for the rest of my life. For the first time in weeks, it does not feel

he cradled his arm away from her. “Then behave and listen” he nodded like a little boy taking instructions from his mother. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before she broke off the eye contact and let out a sigh. “Are you still talking?” he took one of her hands in his then placed a kiss on it and rested his right cheek on her palm. “I think no” she shrugged but didn’t pull her hand away from his so they just stay like that. He occasionally plants kisses on her palm and every now and then and when he does, it leaves her breathless and flushing but she didn’t have the mind to take her hand away from his hold because it felt great in the hand it was in.

She pretended to remain calm and smiled at him. “Why.... Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” Her smile was very gentle under the street lamps. “You... “ Her hand was small and soft and rested snugly in his palm, which made his heart throb. “What’s wrong? Isn’t it normal for a girl to hold her boyfriend’s hand? Why are you so surprised? If you don’t want to hold my hand, I can just take it away.” She moved to haughtily take her hand away as she said this, but Zeke immediately tightened his grip, stopping her hand from its escape.

"And you brought your better half back with you." When he held out his hand to me, I automatically reached out to shake it, but unfortunately that wasn't his plan. All of my muscles tensed as he brought them to his mouth and breathed a kiss on it. "I'm happy to see you again, Shanks." Hopefully a polite smile was all I managed. I had to concentrate too much on not pulling my arm back to escape his sweaty hand. Still, I couldn't help but discreetly wipe my hand on my jeans as soon as he released me.

As he does that, I can see his expression shift from stoic to soft. “It feels better.” I reply calmly and what he does next makes my jaw drop to the floor. He slowly brings my hurt palm to his lips and plants a soft, delicate kiss on the plastered spot. I stare at him, wide-eyed and when he looks up at me, he chuckles upon seeing my expression. “Why do you have that look?” “You just kissed my hand!” “So? It’s not a big deal.” Yes, it is! I almost scream at him It is a big deal to have him randomly kiss my hurt hand because he is Klein and he is cold and reserved and never shows any emotion or does endearing acts like this when he’s with me.