His smile wavers. I've been looking at him too long. 'Are you OK?' he says. I nod, take a deep breath. Then I lean over and kiss him.
And we were kissing like drowning people breathe-- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
Kiss me again. Let me imagine for a moment that you belong to me. The memory will keep me company in my solitude.
What are you thinking?” I ask. “That I wish this was my home, too.” I have nothing to say to this, so I kiss him instead.
The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,” and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-u-i and not w-e-e.
Being in love changes a person…a modest touch changes one’s mind, a lone thought one’s reasoning, but a kiss my friend, well that changes one’s existences.
You might be able to kiss like a rock star, but you’ve got to get over this macho trip. You don’t own me.
And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.
I'm going to be honest with you. I don't want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you.
Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.
I can't help but watch his lips as they cover the opening of the bottle that my lips were just touching. We're practically kissing.
And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.
There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be.
It's okay. i know that nose doesn't come in between while kissing but you know spectacles do.
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.
I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian.
I knew that change was coming, the way you know things you can't see, by feeling them; by instinct. The way the bees know everything they know.
Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.
You're just Little Miss Optimist, aren't you? Do you come with accessories, like a glass half full and lemons to make into lemonade, too?
