Why Do We Close Our Eyes While Kissing Novels & Stories

I felt my face hot however I replied, "How cheesy! I won't get distracted. I am covering because your wound should not be in contact with water." He laughed and I kept another towel by rolling it as a support for his neck. I said, "Close your eyes." He said, "No, I don't have any problem with opening my eyes." I replied, "Okay, as you wish." I poured water and was washing his hair while I felt his eyes on me. He was watching me with a loving look. As he was watching me I was going blank as I was not being able to concentrate. I said, "Close your eyes, the soap bubbles will go in your eyes." He gave me a reply cutely "No, what will you give me if I close my eyes?" I asked, "What do you want?"

Staring directly to my face, he drew his lips closer, and started kissing me. Immediately, I opened my eyes. I saw him kissing me with his eyes shut. Why am I not stopping him? "What... what are you...?" I stuttered, and he gasped.....

It was a sight that took my breath away, reminding me of the depth of the connection we shared. As our eyes locked, I could see the raw passion and desire reflected in his gaze. It was a silent invitation, a longing for our souls to intertwine in an embrace that transcended the physical realm. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, our lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss.

He really does love her. When she closed her eyes, facing him. He panicked, he wasn’t sure if that was her signal. He wasn’t sure if that was the signal for him to kiss her. For a minute he hesitated. He didn’t want her to push him away, but surely she closed her eyes for him. Facing him… He leans in closer, closing in slowly, he got closer. Just as their lips were so close, he closed his eyes, and just as their lips were about to touch.

Even as I know that I probably shouldn't. A while passes, I know he is watching me now but I keep my eyes closed. I am still reeling from the insane intensity of the kiss. I know when I open my eyes, the moment will be cut short. And I don't want that. I don't want that to happen.

This was well needed. He gazed at me, moving the hair from my face, he leaned down kissing my forehead, then the tip of my nose, then finally my lips. He pressed his forehead against mine as we closed our eyes taking in the moment, our breath mixing between us. I slowly opened my eyes to meet his gazing back at me. He moved his head, rubbing his nose with mine, giving me an Eskimo kiss.

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.

Tongue tracing my lower lip lightly. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me. Just enjoying this moment.

The previous time they had kissed, he had suddenly kissed her, catching her off-guard. Since they were going to kiss with Summer's permission, she wanted James to close his eyes so it wouldn't be too awkward. James closed his eyes obediently. The light shone on his handsome face. Since he had his eyes closed, Summer could see his long eyelashes. Upon seeing that, she wanted to kiss him urgently. It was great that he was good-looking. She would feel happy when she kissed him. Then, Summer held his face and slowly moved closer. She wanted to give him a gentle kiss.

She wanted to stand by him then his voice came up. "My lips." "What?" "Yes, is my lips not part of my face?" "Fine, you should close your eyes." "Do you want to kiss me?" "Idiot, why will I kiss you?" Whitney hit his chest. "But you said I should close my eyes." "So if it's a kiss, you close your eyes?" Gregory nodded. "Then you should open your eyes, it's not a kiss but a peck." In a second, she wiped Gregory's lips and pecked them, it was fast but Gregory was no longer himself, his eyes were filled with pleasure, and Whitney was no longer comfortable with the look of Gregory.