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Elliot's lips alight on my cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness.

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As Leon draws closer I feel my heart beat so hard I fear he'll hear it, and if he does, my secret is secret no more. I'm praying so hard that this is the moment he kisses me, that this long drawn out crush of mine will leap into the kind of relationship only my sister is blessed with. My eyes close, head tilts upward and then I feel his lips... on my cheek. It's a peck as one would for a little sister and my insides are crushed. That's how Leon sees me, like a beloved little sister...

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We've been in neutral gear for so long, falling so deep into our "cover" that we've started to act like we're really married. Then out of nowhere Jock gives me the double kiss, one on each cheek, the tiny pool of saliva freezing on both sides. It's the signal. Phase two of the mission has begun. He touches my face, pulls my blue woollen hat down over my pinked ear. As he does so I hear the voice of headquarters loud and clear through the tiny ear piece he's inserted...

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When she kisses my cheek I know there is more to it, for Miranda to get so intimate there is always a pressing reason. Then I hear her speak, barely a whisper as she draws back and smiles, "In your pocket." She turns away before I can think to reply, her velvet jacket melting into the dark street...

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All it leaves is a little wet mark; a shallow pool of saliva on my cheek. But when she plants the kiss there I feel warmth spread through my limbs and my mind feels a pleasant buzz. Every good thing seems possible, likely even. And then I know I've found what I've been looking for, someone to show me what it means to be happy from the inside out, so my smile can be real and not a mask.

By bella246, October 3, 2014.
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The mayor bends forwards, complexion rosy from the booze and breath that gives away his fifty-a-day smoking addiction. I must stand and be "good" or be punished at a later date. His kisses are whiskery and lips like scuffed leather. When he has passed on to the Catrianna I breath again, his odour still present but diluted by the keen spring breeze.

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To most, a kiss on the cheek would be a sign of friendship, or a polite way to greet a stranger of the opposite sex. But I know that a simple peck can convey as much meaning as a full-on kiss. Simple though it may be, a kiss on the cheek is special in its own, unique way.

By ec1aire, October 6, 2014.
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As he leant foreword my pulse raced. A small lock of hair tumbled in front of my face, resting just in front of my cheek, but with one swift slide of his thumb, it was brushed out of the way. Looking into his eyes I saw deep pools of blue that displayed his soul. His lips touched my cheek. Time stopped. My heart came to a halt. My breath caught in my throat. Our fingers locked together similar to puzzle pieces. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of my face, the exact spot where they had come into contact burned and tingled. A hot blazing fire pulsed through me. A small grin crept onto my face and my cheeks painted themselves rose red. He pulled away silently, but our eyes locked, having a private conversation of their own.

By ronnie, October 30, 2014.