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“Bésame de nuevo. Bésame hasta que esté harto de ello.”

— Holly Black, The Wicked King, Share via Whatsapp

“He tasted like coffee and spice, and as his hot mouth caressed hers, all she could do was kiss back, hungrily seeking everything he offered.”

— Katherine McIntyre, Forged Futures, Share via Whatsapp

“Their gazes locked, and together they saw the squandered mirages slain beneath their feet, cemeteries of lonesome dreamers who gave up their wings under the name of love, salt-soaked kisses half-forgotten and twice-remembered.”

— Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us, Share via Whatsapp

“He had the whitest teeth I d ever seen, which made me think his kisses would taste like Pep O Mint Life Savers. Joe s kisses probably tasted like pot and Funyuns. And failure.”

— Tracey Garvis Graves, The Girl He Used to Know, Share via Whatsapp

“When Jonas came to the phone I asked him if he remembered that we used to kiss. I remember, he said tersely. Is that why you called?”

— Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox, Share via Whatsapp

“I m not saying I m amazing or anything, but I m decent-looking. Why shouldn t a decent-looking girl expect to be kissed?”

— Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching, Share via Whatsapp

“We never know which way life will go, don’t know who will live and who will die, don’t know whether the next greeting will be a kiss, bitter words, a hurtful gaze; someone doesn’t take care, forgets to look to the right and is dead, and then it’s too late to take back harsh words, too late to say sorry, too late to say what matters, and what we wanted to say but couldn’t due to annoyance, the weariness of everyday life, time constraints, you forgot to look to the right and I’ll never see you again and the words you spoke to me will reverberate within me all my days and nights, and the kiss you should have received dries on my lips, becomes a wound that rips open every time someone else kisses me.”

— Jón Kalman Stefánsson, Hjarta mannsins, Share via Whatsapp

“But that kiss tonight had been amazing, an essentially perfect kiss, and a perfect kiss can make you feel like the rest of life is about to fall effortlessly into place.”

— Molly Ringle, All the Better Part of Me, Share via Whatsapp

“I always wanted to be the boy who kiss with his eyes close.”

— Kris Kidd, Share via Whatsapp

“The kiss is a ritual that we do to get our faces used to love our neighbor as ourselves.”

— Alan Maiccon, Share via Whatsapp

“Carla: You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince. Anastasia: I think I’ve kissed a prince. I hope he doesn’t turn into a frog.”

— E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey, Share via Whatsapp

“My – sufficiently wide experience of you, Mr Calverleigh, warns me that you are about to say something outrageous!’ ‘No, I assure you! Nothing derogatory! Charming girls, all of them! Only I don’t want to kiss them!’ She gave a startled gasp. ‘You don’t want – Well, upon my word! And if you mean me to understand from that –’ ‘I do,’ he said, smiling down at her. ‘I should dearly love to kiss you – here and now!”

— Georgette Heyer, Black Sheep, Share via Whatsapp

“It’s the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.”

— Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me, Share via Whatsapp

“The forecast is we kiss goodbye and never hello all kisses are then parting kisses”

— Saul Williams, Share via Whatsapp

“It is already dawn and you are not sleepy. The views are already glued; Tears streaming down your face. Thinking is in the man of your heart; on a day that he will call you to ask for your hand. You re an innocent girl who does not see malice. You think that everything is tale and wants it for your life. The signs of brilliance say it is love already. The smile in his eyes has already paralyzed you. Even though it is close the thought is distant; Look at your prince charming of elegant visual. In dreams it will become all real. He will come down from his beautiful sorrel, to ask for your hand. The first kiss is dream. The second is passion.”

— Alan Maiccon, Share via Whatsapp

“The snow had vanished, and already the grass had returned to the fields, and the leaves to the branches: what a marvelous time! To kiss the sky with his sun-drenched lips?”

— Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us, Share via Whatsapp

“She held my face in her hands as if I was the treasure.”

— Kelly Moran, Sheer Luck, Share via Whatsapp