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“What was that?” MJ asked. “It’s called a French kiss.” Erik said. “Well, I’m not French.” MJ replied. “No, they just call it that. It’s next level kissing. You’ll come to love it.” Erik laughed. She didn’t think so. It was gross. “I have to go.” MJ said. “Don’t be such a prude.” Erik retorted. “I’m not. Marty is waiting.” MJ replied. “Fine.” Erik responded. MJ turned to see Jared and Marty looking at her with scowls on their faces. Her face turned red and she turned back towards Erik.

Alia shook her head "Jude doesn't love you,he just met you,am pretty sure you did something to him,what did you do?" "Okay then,Jude doesn't love me but thanks to my bond kiss,he is madly in love with me". Sia's eyes widened "Did i just hear you say bond kiss?". I stared at Sia "What is a bond kiss?". She shook her head "i .... I don't know". "What do you mean you don't know".

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I’m kind of jealous of how he makes it look so easy! “Thanks, Jonny”, she tells him. “Bye, YaYa”, Stephany tells Jonny, and I dunno what the fuck a YaYa is either, but okay! “Bye, Gabby girl. Blow me kisses”, he tells her. I stand there and watch how she kisses her tiny fingers and blows them towards him, and he makes like he catches the kiss from the air.

The corners of her lips curled upwards, mirroring the joy that radiated within his own eyes. Longing transformed into affectionate words, Ryan softly whispered, "Hey Jules. Miss me?"

"I will marry you!" Adam let out a whoop of joy, slipping the ring on Annalia's finger as they hugged each other tightly. As their lips met, Annalia felt a surge of emotion that left her breathless. It was a kiss filled with love, passion, and promise, sealing their commitment to each other. They held each other tightly, lost in the moment, and grateful for the love they had found. They knew that their lives were forever changed and that they would be together for the rest of their lives.

Waiting for an answer. Or a kiss.

“I think I’m… Oh, God, I’m going to come again. I’m going to—” Gabriel keeps at it, picking up speed until I’m once again riding the crest and rush of climax. Every muscle and bone are elastic, my exhaustion and stress melting away along with my worries. He rises with a smug grin on his lips. “Ready for more?” I throw my arms around his neck and nod. “How do I say kiss me in French?” “Embrasse-moi,” he says. “Embrasse-moi,” I repeat, smiling dopily.

The deepening smile on Jeremy's face confirmed it. In the next moment, Jeremy's lips gentely met Celeste's. It was different from their previous passionate kisses. This time, their kiss was infused with tenderness, like a butterfly's gentle touch. Celeste could feel the soft touch of Jeremy's tongue as it playfully danced with hers, exploring her mouth with a delicate touch and utmost care.