When A Man Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

If he hadn't placed his other hand on top of mine, I might not have been aware that I was grasping the bed sheets hard. He looks away from my eyes for the first time before glancing at my hand and bringing it in front of us. "Plus, you are injuring your hand if you keep holding it," he adds. He's already stroking it as if he believes I'm a weak person. “Why do I have to kiss the first one I set eyes on? I don't get Auster.” He smiles at me as if I hadn't asked him a strange question, which is even stranger given that we are in such proximity to one another. Friends, as far as I can tell, avoid doing this. Friends don't exchange kisses.

I answered immediately to make her stop shaking. Good thing it stopped. She stared at me and suddenly sat on the sofa with a frown. I quickly took a bite of the cookie because it might get stopped again. I can't even took a bite. "Do you like him?" she asked suddenly, staring at me intensely. I suddenly choked because of her absurd question. I remembered the way he kissed my hand. I couldn't stop blushing. I felt my cheeks and my ears flushing red. It was my first time to be kissed on the back of my hand okay? What I read on social meadia was correct that "a kiss in the forehead and a kiss in the hand are the things that will never get outdated."

I didn't recall meeting him before, so I assumed he must have arrived late. "I'm Andra," I replied. Out of politeness, I managed a smile and extended my hand. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when I felt him press my palm during the handshake, accompanied by a subtle smirk. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. A pleasure to meet you, my lady." To my surprise, he lifted my hand and brushed a kiss across my knuckles, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. The gesture made me deeply uncomfortable, and I quickly pulled my hand away.

He said and opened his hand for me to bring mine forward for a kiss. The tension in the air was thick as Cassius frowned at me and my heart beat so loud in my chest. I was sure that even humans with an ordinary sense of hearing could hear the beating as I stretched forth my hand for a kiss. When his lips touched the back of my hand, I fought the urge to flinch, my entire skin crawling with dread as his mouth lingered. It didn't for long because Cassius took my hand from his and gently stepped forward to block me from the man's view.

He said as he brought his hand forward for a handshake, I was about to take his hand when someone drew me back. Oh, I completely forgot that he was here. " Are you both blind or just stupid?" He asked as his eyes were throwing slits at Hardin. I don't know what his deal was. "You pretend like you don't see her with me and then you want to take her hand in front of me." " My apologies." He stretched his hand forward for a handshake but Markus looked at his hand as if he was looking at filth. " Oh," Hardin said as he turned to me took my hand, and planted a kiss on the back of my hand.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

And it makes you even more attractive. She paused and looked away from him. Really, Pearl. When did she start saying her mind? She just told him, he was attractive, seriously? He flushed for a moment and stood up. 'It's almost time for lunch.' He said as he stretched his hand to her. She looked at him for a second and wondered why all of a sudden, he was being nice to her or she was being nice to him, she took his hand and pulled her up; it felt like electricity, she quickly dropped her hand when she regain her sub-consciousness. What was she doing?

Slowly, Hayden’s ocean-blue eyes lifted to meet mine. He was acting like we were just meeting for the first time. As if he hadn’t just texted me something that made my spine shiver and my knees almost give out. He smiled at me, extending a hand for a handshake. I glanced down at it. That hand had touched me, and caressed me in places it wasn’t supposed to. It had gripped me in places I hadn’t even known were that sensitive. And now, like any perfect boy being casually introduced for the first time to a daughter, that hand was waiting for mine. For a handshake.

One is Killian, and the other is someone I don’t know nor can see his face but his hand is outstretched to me and he’s the one who opened my door. I give a careful look at Killian before taking this stranger’s hand and coming out. “My, my, you look better in person.” The man says, voice deep, soothing and suave. His finger kneads into the back of my palm as he draws it near to his mouth. A kiss on the back of my palm leaves me even more startled but I don’t say a word.

As if I was his sole interest among everyone here, the man never teared his eyes away from me, not even a second. I dwelled on how to initiate our first step together, the man extended his right hand towards me like a gentleman. Lips curving up a little, he asked like a gentleman, “May I?” I nodded humbly, placing my hand into his palm clumsily. The coldness of his skin almost shooked my sanity. For a moment, it felt like I was placing my palm into an ice water. The man groped my hand tightly, giving it a hard pull until we were face to face with each other. His smile broadened.