Kiss Scenes

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Okay, I know this is gross, but I was bored, so yah.

Submitted: October 02, 2018

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Kiss Scene #1  

 

I reached out and touched Jackson’s cheek. His skin was so warm, and it made me want to kiss him all over.

What was I doing? Jackson was a cheating liar! He hurt Lannie and he didn’t do any better for me.

Or did he?

I had a feeling he had changed since I had met him. He was . . . kinder. Softer. More passionate.

“You know I would never want to hurt you,” he whispered into my ear, which tingled from his breath.

“I know,” I said.

He took a piece of my dark hair and twisted it between his fingers. He rubbed the strand of hair against his lips, then leaned down and gingerly kissed my forehead.

“I promise I’ll stop hanging out with Jimmy and Rob. They’re jerks.”

“Yeah, they are.”

He looked at me like he was judging my answers. “And . . . am I still a jerk? Do you still think of me like that?”

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell him to get away from me and give me my old life back. I wanted to tell him to leave me and my friends alone.

But I couldn’t.

“No,” I whispered, “I don’t.”

He grinned. He was now only inches away. “I’ve changed?”

“We both have.”

He seemed to like this answer. But then again, he always liked what I said. He rubbed his fingers against my lips, testing new waters. I smiled against my will. Why did Jackson always have this affect on me?

Because I loved him.

I gasped at the realization. Did I really fall for Jackson? After all that he and his friends had done? What was happening to me?

“Are you okay?” Jackson asked. He was studying me with those piercing blue eyes that I had dreamed about so many times.

“Yeah, I just . . .” I didn’t finish. Instead, I closed the space between us. I wrapped my arms around him and weaved my fingers through his hair. He moaned in delight, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer, deepening the kiss as he did. He backed me into the wall. Maybe it was just coincidence, but the light switch happened to be there, and I bumped into it. The room darkened, but I didn’t care. I felt the soft hairs on the back of Jackson’s neck. He began to rub his hands up and down my back, sending wonderful chills down my spine.

This was why Lannie had risked it all. This was why relationships happened. The thrill of being with Jackson was amazing. He was just a stupid boy when she had dated him. He had changed. I had changed him.

He pulled away, grinning at me. “So, do I kiss better than Steven?”

I laughed. “Who wants to know?”

“Me. Jamie, I hope to outdo your boarish friend.”

“Hey, Steven’s just fine.”

“But?”

I giggled again. “Fine, yes, you kiss better.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

I smiled convincingly. “Most definitely not.” To prove my point, I put my lips to his. We stood there for a few minutes, loving our time together.

“Valid points, my fair lady.” Jackson said as he pulled away. He leaned against a desk and pulled me close to him. I could feel his warmth, and I took in every amazing aspect of his scent. “So,” he said from behind me.

“So.”

“Do you forgive me?”

I turned to look at him and took his face in my hands. Just before our lips met again, I whispered, “Yes, Jackson, I forgive you.”

 

Kiss Scene #2


 

I sat next to Zeke, trying to process what he had said. Why - after all that I had done - did he love me? How did I earn his affection?

“Well . . .” he muttered, looking anywhere but at me.

“Why?” I whispered.

“What?”

“Why?”

He chuckled and finally looked at me. “Why not? Addy, you are the most amazing girl I have ever met. You make me laugh. You see the good in everyone. You are so beautiful. You’re kind. You’re optimistic. You’re hilarious. And I hope . . .” He paused. “I hope you can be mine.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what I want right now.”

“I know, and I respect that, but you don’t know how much I want you. And how much I want you to want me. It’s killing me, Addy, it really is.”

“But I lied to you.”

He shrugged. “I don’t think you had a choice. Did you hear what Rolan was saying about you? If you didn’t lie, it would only make things worse. In a way, lying showed that you trusted me.”

“But do you trust me?”

Despite the tears silently running down my face, Zeke laughed. “I can’t imagine not trusting you. I love you. And you can push me away and forget about me, but I will never forget about you. Ever.”

I cringed. “Zeke, you have to listen to me.”

“I will always listen to you.”

“No. Zeke . . . I realize you have feelings for me. And I am truly flattered, I promise. But, it’s just that . . . you and me, Zeke, we’re not . . .”

He finished the sentence that I couldn’t finish myself. “We’re not compatible. I get it. That’s the same excuse you’ve used since you met Tara. But seriously, does that even matter? Can’t we just let this happen, me and you, and be okay with that?”

“Ugh. You don’t understand! You and Rachel - that’s what you should be focusing on. Not some freak who attacked your self-confidence.”

“But I don’t want Rachel. I want you.”

I pressed my palms against my eyes. “Please don’t want me. It just makes everything worse.”

He shook his head. “I get it, you’re under a lot of stress. But I can help you! Why won’t you accept me? Back at Tara’s party, I know you almost kissed me. We both noticed that. What’s changed since then?”

“Everything.”

“No. Addy, look at me.”

I turned further away.

“Look at me.”

The convincing tone in his voice got to me. I turned, finding him a breath away. I was dying to close the space between us, but I couldn’t. His amber eyes were filled with tears, making me cry harder. I saw the passion and sadness in his face. I was hurting him.

“Zeke, I’m so sorry.” I buried my face into his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around me, but I couldn’t take it. I pulled away.

“Addy, why are you so afraid of this? Why won’t you let yourself feel?”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to get hurt.”

Zeke’s eyes widened. “You think . . . Addy, I would never want to hurt you. Ever. Please trust me.”

“I do. More than you could ever imagine. It’s just . . .”

Zeke took my face in his hands, turning it towards him. It took everything in me not to kiss him. Then his lips brushed against mine, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you want this?” he asked me. I could only nod. He smiled. “Please don’t run any longer.”

And then we were kissing.

For a second, I just sat there, but I quickly acted. My hands found his shoulders, rubbing them tenderly. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto his lap. His kiss was soft and gentle, then got more passionate as the seconds ticked on. I seemed to melt into him. He smiled against my lips, and I pulled away.  

“Was that okay?” he asked as I leaned against him, tears streaking down my face.

“Yes,” I gulped. “Yes.”

“Good.”

I kissed his neck, and he wiped the tears off of my cheeks. He grinned, pulling me close and stroking my hair. I realized what the aching had been all along. This was what I was dying for. I had always wanted Zeke, but Tara made me not trust myself.

“I’ve always loved you, Zeke,” I managed to whisper.

“I know.”

“Please don’t be mad.”

He looked at me with an amused expression, leaning in again.

“I could never be happier,” he said against my lips.

 

Kiss Scene #3


Blaze grabbed my arm as I tried to run. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered.

“Let go of me.”

“Stop trying to drown out your emotions.”

I shook my head. “Don’t you get it? I’m done with you! You hurt me, and that’s not okay. It will never be okay.”

“Please give me a second chance.”

“I don’t believe in second chances.”

He glared. “Reggie, please listen to me. You can’t hide forever. You know you’ll just come crawling back to me.”

I laughed humorlessly. “Now you’re the one predicting the future? I thought I was too much for you. I thought I was desperate. I thought I was self-centered.”

He rolled his eyes. “I said all of that two months ago! You’re still hurt?”

“Yes! How could I forget? You told the whole school I wasn’t worth it! I’ve been single for five weeks. No one dares ask me out because of your stupid rumors. You took away my social life! You took away my friends!”

“I only told them the truth,” he said. “But you’ve changed. I know you have. I’ve been watching you, and I want you back. I’ve missed you like crazy, Reggie.”

I pulled away again. “And you haven’t changed at all.”

“Come on. Give me some credit. We both know you want to kiss me right now.” He shot me his award-winning smile.

“No, actually, I want to slap you right now.” And that’s what I did.

Blaze grabbed his cheek, jumping back. “You didn’t . . .”

“I did.”

Blaze took two large steps, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against his chest. I had forgotten how strong he was.

“Let go!” I yelled.

“Please.”

He leaned in, and against my will, I met him in the middle. His lips fit perfectly against mine, just like I remembered them. His scent was a mix of lavender and almond butter. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I didn’t fight back.

Why wasn’t I pulling away? This was the man who had spread rumors about me throughout the school! This was the man who had called me ‘worthless’! So why didn’t I leave him right now?

I still longed for him, and I knew it. I had realized that it wasn’t his fault, that he was innocent, but I hadn’t wanted to accept it.

Until now.

I pulled him closer to me. Any space between us was too much. I didn’t care that people were staring; let them stare. This was what I had been wanting since Lila told me about Blaze’s family. I had been wanting to comfort him, to hold him, to kiss him.

Now I could.

I pulled away, looking into his eyes. They were filled with tears.

“Please don’t run,” he muttered.

“Don’t plan on it.”

I kissed him again, harder this time.

I wouldn’t be running away any time soon.





 

Kiss Scene #4

 

 

I adjusted the headband in my short brown hair and glanced at my reflection.

Good enough, I thought.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it to a glowing Noah. His adorable, signature glasses, his almost-too-long hair, his perfect jawline. I smiled.

“You ready?” he asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I answered.

He took my hand, kissed it, and led me to his car. I climbed into it and waited for him to get in.

“Thanks for driving me over,” I said.

“Of course! I’m just glad someone I know is going to this party.”

“Yeah, the feeling is mutual. So . . . who do you think will be there?”

He shrugged. “All the jocks. The cheerleaders. The drill team. The hotties, the cool kids, the jerks.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Why are we even going?”

He looked at me, his face completely serious. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going because, well, I kind of want to spend time with you.”

I blushed, not answering.

“I quite like you, Vi.”

“I quite like you too, Noah.”

Noah grinned, turning to me. “I need to show you something I got today. Will you climb in the back? That’s where it is,” he said as he pointed to the back row of his car.

“Sure.”

When I opened the door to the middle row, Noah was already in. He immediately grabbed my arm and dragged me to him. He pulled me closer, not bothering to close the door. He put his lips against mine and began to play with my hair. I was so shocked that I didn’t react at first, but I quickly pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my arms around him. His lips were so soft; did that mean mine were dry? He rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs. Warmth flooded me from every point of contact. Still kissing me, Noah grabbed my waist and sat me next to him, kneeling on the floor and hugging me tight as we continued to make out. I put my legs underneath me and leaned to be closer to Noah. I couldn’t be away from him. It was like a force I was living off of, something I couldn’t survive without.

“Vi?”

I didn’t answer, only pulled him in for more. My need was obvious. He laughed and obliged, meeting my lips with his again. I wrapped my leg around his, running my fingers through his hair. He rubbed his hands up and down my back.

He pulled away, grinning uncontrollably.

“Vi.”

I looked up, into his beautiful eyes. It’s then when I realized that he wasn’t wearing his glasses. I looked around for them, finally seeing them in my hand.

Wait, in my hand? Had I taken them off of him? I quickly returned them to him and blushed as he put them on.

“Thanks.”

I looked at my watch. “We’re probably going to be late.”

He shrugged. “Would you rather go to the party?”

I immediately shook my head. “No.” I reached over and closed the door, shivering slightly. Noah drew lazy circles on the back of my hand with his finger, sending chills up my arm. I kissed his ear, his forehead, the corner of his mouth. He chuckled.

“Should we go?”

I shrugged. “We could go . . . or we could stay.”

His eyes twinkled in amusement. “Stay?”

I nodded. “I think it’s time I introduced my boyfriend to my parents.”

Noah grinned at my use of the word ‘boyfriend’, letting me take his hand. I led him inside.

“Mom?”

“Yes?” my mom yelled from another room.

“I brought someone for you to meet.” I leaned up and kissed Noah before my mom came around the corner.

He smiled.













 

Kiss Scene #5

 

 

I lean against my truck and smile. My almost-girlfrend, Pennie, is supposed to meet me. I can’t wait.

“Jaycen!” I hear someone yell. I turn and see Pennie jogging up to me. I wave, standing fully.

“Hey!” I yell.

Pennie smiles as she reaches me. “You look nice,” she says.

“Yeah, it’s all for this cute girl standing in front of me.” She blushes, but doesn’t answer. I take her hand - she loves physical contact - and head towards a shaded tree.

“What are we doing?” she asks.

“Confessing,” I answer.

She looks puzzled but doesn’t argue. Once we are both seated in the cool shade, I let go of her hand and look into her eyes.

“How’s your mom?” I ask.

She sighs. “She could be a lot better. She’s recovering, though.”

“Good. I just hope you’re okay.”

“I’m good. I promise. Plus, I’ve got you.”

I grin.

“So . . . confessing?”

I nod. “Yeah. I’ll go first. I eat chinese noodles on top of toast.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

She laughs. “Okay, me next. I have green eyes.”

“Come on, that’s boring. You’ve gotta do something better than that.”

She shrugs. “That was my turn.”

“Fine,” I say. “I have brown eyes.”

She smiles. “I don’t like onions.”

“I love onions.”

“Death scares me.”

“Life scares me.”

She lays down and looks up at the sky. “I want to go to the Olympics.”

I prop myself up on my elbow. “Really?” I ask. “What event?”

“Figure skating.”

I nod. “I want to invent the first electron-powered hydrogen source.”

“Woah, that’s a mouthful.”

I chuckle. “Your turn.”

“I’m hoping this certain person will ask me to prom.”

“I’m trying to work up the nerves to ask this certain person to prom,” I say.

She looks at me. “Who is it?” she whispers.

“It’s not my turn.”

She giggles. “I love chocolate.”

“I already knew that.”

“Who cares?”

I take her hand in mine. “I am holding my best friend’s hand right now.”

She nods, her face completely serious. “My best friend is holding my hand right now.”

I tilt my head slightly and look at her. “I am about to ask someone to prom.”

She freezes, not saying anything.

“Pennie . . .”

She grins, and I blush.

“Will you go to prom with me?”

“Yes!” she yells, throwing her arms around me. I weave my fingers through her hair, enjoying being close to her.

“Was that your confession? That you’ll go with me?” I ask.

“No,” she answers. “Here’s mine: I want to kiss you.”

I stop moving, looking at her. She’s smiling.

“I want to kiss you too.”

She leans in, meeting my lips with hers. She wraps her arms around my neck; she smells so good. I pull her closer to me and sigh. This is what I’ve wanted for weeks now.

Pennie giggles as she pulls away. “It’s your turn to confess something.”

I don’t answer, only pull her in again and kiss her harder. I wrap my arms around her waist, bringing her closer still. I can’t bear to be far from her.

“I think I just got a girlfriend,” I confess once I pull away.

“I think I just got a boyfriend,” she says.

I laugh and drag her close to me again.

She smiles as my lips meet hers.

Kiss Scene #6

 

 

I sigh. Why am I even doing this? Elijah isn’t worth my time.

Or is he?

“You ready, Charlotte?” Josephine, my best friend, asks.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You look great,” Elijah comments. I smile politely.

Josephine’s date, Gabriel, stands. “Come on. The car’s waiting.”

I had really wanted to go with Gabriel, but Elijah had been so lonely, and I couldn’t say no when he asked. So now I’m stuck with Elijah.

Oh, well.

“So, Charles,” Gabriel says, bumping my shoulder with his. “You excited?”

“I’ve never been ice-skating before.”

“You’ll love it.”

Josephine glances my way, and I stop talking to Gabe. I don’t want to make her jealous or angry. Me and Gabe have grown up together; I know him well. Really well.

“This is gonna be so fun!” Josephine says enthusiastically. “Charlotte, you look so pale! Come on, skating’s not gonna be that bad . . .”

“I know, I’m just nervous.”

“I can tell.”

Gabriel pats my shoulder, his hand lingering for a second longer than needed. “You’re going to have so much fun. I’ll help you, if you need.”

Elijah glares at Gabe. “Or I can help you. After all, I’m your date . . .”

Gabe chuckles. “Yeah, or Superman over there can help you,” he says under his breath, only loud enough for me to hear. I laugh.

Gabe drives us to the ice rink, with me at shotgun. He places one hand on mine and leaves it there the whole drive. I shiver.

“Hooray!” Josephine yells when we arrive. “I’m so excited!”

I get out of the car and feel two hands wrap around my waist. I yelp and look back to see Gabe smiling.

“You’re gonna have so much fun,” he whispers into my ear.

Once he lets go of me, I start to walk towards the doors. I notice Josephine glaring at me. I ignore her and enter the ice rink. Elijah, who went ahead, is holding up a pair of ice skates for me. I smile halfheartedly and put them on. When I try to stand, I fall forward - knocking right into Gabe. He chuckles and helps me stand back up.

“Sorry.” I blush.

“No problem.”

I waddle over to the ice. I see kids falling over. I cringe.

That’ll be me, I think.

“Come on!” Gabe calls, taking my hand and dragging my onto the ice. As soon as we start to slide, I falter. Yeah, skating is hard. I put my arms out, trying to balance myself.

“Are you scaaaared?” Josephine asks as she skates elegantly by.

“Wow, you really are bad at this,” Elijah says, he too leaving me by the entrance.

“Some friends you have,” Gabe mutters. I smile. He’s still standing next to me, helping me stand.

“Thanks,” I say.

“Of course. I don’t really want you to die today,” he chuckles.

I blush tremendously when he takes my hand and starts to skate. I shriek and wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself from face-planting. Gabe laughs and continues to move.

“Stop!”

He laughs, definitely not stopping.

“Seriously, I’m gonna die!”

He still doesn’t oblige. I hold onto him with one hand and beat on his chest with the other, trying to get him to stop. He doesn’t listen. As he skates on, I fear for my life. He laughs, pulling me closer to him.

“Let go!”

“No.”

Finally, he stops by the wall, and I cling to the railing as Josephine and Elijah pass us again.

“I’m going back. I’ll meet you guys at the car,” I say as I drag myself towards the exit.

“Nope!” he says, grabbing me and pulling me close to him again. I gasp as I fall forward. Gabe catches me in his arms. I blush and try to push him away, but he holds on.

“Hi.” I look away, refusing to meet his eyes. I hear him sigh. “You’re killing me.” He sighs again.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Do you not realize how much I want you?”

“What?”

“Do you not want me?”

My mouth won’t move. I want to answer him, but I can’t.

“What are you thinking right now?” he asks, holding me close to him.

“I . . .”

He looks away, starting to skate towards the exit.

“I want you.”

He looks at me, and his eyes are on fire.

“Charles . . .” he murmurs, but doesn’t finish. Instead, he grabs my face in his hands and kisses me. I let go of the railing and try to wrap my arms around him, but I find myself slipping on the ice. He squeezes me, keeping both of us up while still kissing me. He moans delightedly, making my heart flutter.

When I pull away, I see Josephine standing there. She’s glaring.

“I should’ve known,” she mutters, turning sharply and leaving the ice rink.

Gabe doesn’t care. He continues to kiss me, his tongue finding mine. I push away, looking after Josephine.

“She was your date,” I say.

He chuckles as he glances at Elijah, who is following Josephine out. “I don’t care,” he answers.

And then we’re kissing again.

I want to fix things with Josephine, but I decide to enjoy the now.

To enjoy Gabriel.

“Charles, you’re so pretty.”

I pull him in for more.

And I don’t regret it.

Kiss Scene #7

 

 

 I take Zaylin’s hand and smile at him.

 “You ready, Zebra?” I ask.

 He grins at the old nickname. I haven’t called him that since . . .

 It’s been a long time.

 “Sure thing,” he answers. “Let’s do this!” And with that, he jumps off the roof. I grab my camera and film him zooming down the zipline. I giggle.

 “Come on!” he yells from the bottom.

 I don’t hesitate. We’ve used this zip line so many times. I step off the ledge and film the trees flashing by. I look down and see Zaylin smiling at me goofily, and everything seems to freeze. He’s only looked at me like that once before . . .

 It seems to take forever, but I’m finally at the bottom.

 “That was sick!” he yells, pulling me into a hug. I try to control my breathing. Hugging is normal for us! He’s not trying to tell me anything, is he? I pull away and high five him.

 “I caught your fail on camera,” I say.

 “Fail? That was a perfect run!”

 I shake my head. “Fine. Let’s go again, and we’ll see who’s run is perfect.”

 “Deal.” Zaylin starts sprinting towards the tower, taking a ten second head start. I laugh, chasing after him. In no time we’re standing at the top again, my camera ready.

 “Go!” I scream, and he jumps. I watch him sail down the line, and my heart jumps. But . . . I don’t have any feelings for him.

 Do I?

 “Boom! Perfect!” he yells.

 “We’ll see,” I answer. I plunge down, picking up more speed then I’ve ever gotten. I can feel the wind slap at my cheeks. Once I get to the bottom, I click off the video and turn - knocking right into Zaylin.

 “You’re right,” he whispers, “you did have a perfect run.”

 I hold my breath. What’s happening? Is he going to . . . is he going to kiss me?

 No. This is the boy I’ve grown up with. The boy who plays football, soccer, and basketball. The boy who’s most definitely not into girls.

 So what is he doing?

 I gasp when his lips brush against mine. He looks at me with a twinkle in his eye, and I almost think he’s pranking me.

 Would he do that? Does he know how much he’s killing me?

 “Zebra . . .” I mutter.

 “I love you,” he whispers into my ear. I freeze.

 He . . . what?

 “Katie.” It seems as if he’s just saying my name because he wants to. Because he likes how it feels on his tongue.

 “Zaylin.”

 “Yes?” he asks, an amused expression on his face.

 “I love you too.”

 He grins, his eyes going all squinty, his teeth biting his lower lip. I know this smile. This is his real smile. His sincere, amazing smile that I love so much.

 “Kiss me,” I say.

 “Okay.”

He does.


 


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