Never Been Kissed by Daisie Sam

Chapter 12 – Final

Years passed, filled with late-night writing sessions fueled by strong coffee and stolen weekends spent exploring new cities. Amelia, her confidence blossoming with each published piece, became a rising star in the literary world. Ethan, his poems resonating with readers across the globe, found himself lauded as a voice of his generation.

Their long-distance journey, once a source of heartache, became the foundation of their success. It had honed their communication skills, forced them to be creative in expressing their love, and ultimately, enriched their writing with a depth of emotion that resonated with readers.

One crisp autumn evening, mirroring the setting of their very first encounter, Ethan knelt before Amelia on their favorite rooftop overlooking the city. The familiar twinkle in his eyes, a hint more mature now, sent a jolt of electricity through her. This wasn’t just a proposal; it was a culmination of years of unspoken desires and stolen moments.

“Amelia,” he began, his voice husky with emotion, “we’ve written our story across miles, across pages, across years. Now, I want to write the next chapter with you, by my side, not just as your boyfriend, but as your husband.”

He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. Inside, nestled on a bed of satin, lay a ring – a simple band adorned with a single sparkling diamond. Tears welled up in Amelia’s eyes, not just from the beauty of the ring, but from the journey they’d shared.

“Ethan,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, “Yes. A thousand times yes.”

As they slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers, the city lights twinkling around them like scattered stars, a raw hunger ignited in Ethan’s gaze. The cool night air seemed to crackle with unspoken desire. He cupped her face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“This,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear, “is for every stolen kiss, every late-night phone call, every yearning glance across a crowded room.

His lips met hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of years of pent-up longing, of a love that had grown stronger with every passing mile. They clung to each other, their bodies aligning in a perfect symphony of desire.

The cool night air felt like a caress against their heated skin as Ethan’s hands trailed down her back, sending shivers down her spine. He divested her of her light jacket, the touch of his fingers sending sparks flying. Amelia, her inhibitions melting away with each stolen kiss, reached for the buttons on his shirt, her touch clumsy with urgency.

They stumbled back, their bodies pressed against the railing of the rooftop, the city lights a shimmering backdrop to their unfolding desire. Ethan’s lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He whispered sweet nothings and promises of forever, his words igniting a wildfire within her.

The kiss deepened, becoming a heated exploration. His touch was everywhere, sending shivers down her spine and igniting a fire in her core. As his hands skimmed the curve of her hips, Amelia gasped, a strangled sound of both surprise and pleasure.

They moved in a dance fueled by desire, their clothes discarded in a flurry of tangled limbs and whispered promises. Beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, they found a love that was raw, passionate, and deeply satisfying. It was a love story written not just in words, but in the language of their bodies, a language that spoke of years of unspoken longing finally finding its release.

As dawn painted the horizon with streaks of pink and orange, they lay entwined, their bodies sated but their hearts overflowing with a love that had only grown stronger with time. This wasn’t just the end of a chapter; it was the beginning of a forever they’d spent years writing towards.

Years later, nestled in their cozy cabin nestled amidst a mountain range, Amelia looked up from her laptop to find Ethan gazing at her, a familiar smile playing on his lips. Their fingers intertwined, a comfortable silence settling around them.

“Remember that shy girl who once thought she’d never be kissed?” Amelia asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Ethan chuckled, pulling her closer. “How could I forget? But you, Amelia, were never just a girl waiting to be kissed. You were a story waiting to be written. And together, we wrote it beautifully.”

Amelia leaned her head against his shoulder, a wave of contentment washing over her. Their love story, penned in stolen glances, whispered dreams, and shared ambitions, had finally reached its happily ever after. Not a fairytale ending, but a real-life love story, messy, beautiful, and forever etched in their hearts and their writing.

The final line of Amelia’s latest novel,