“Like a kiss, the pain which envelops us will leave and in it s place there will be an empty pit.”
“I had a dream about you. Again. In fact I ve had so many dreams about you that I can almost feel your skin under my fingertips and your breath every time we kiss. This time when you pulled me closer, even though I couldn’t see you, I knew it was you. I ve heard your footsteps, and recognized them instantly. I’d recognize them anywhere, among many others. The way I yearn for you, you are always expected. And now I expect you to do just that. Kiss me. This time I am asking for it, because I need to make sure I am awake.”
“But when Edward kissed Frederica Marshall, something terrible happened—something that had never happened in a lifetime of kisses. He didn’t see an end. He wasn’t going to want a sweet farewell in a few weeks’ time. He wouldn’t walk away with a light heart. He was going to want more and more—more kisses, more of her, again and again.”
“A kiss, he said, is a conversation. Easing closer, he continued to speak as he caressed her cheeks with featherlight stokes of his thumbs. A first kiss , his lips neared hers, is an introduction and then his mouth brushed against hers. The contact sparked, sharp and bright like lightning, yet his lips were soft, unexpectedly so. Her breath caught the same instant his did. Against her mouth he whispered That was Hello His breath mingled with hers as he waited, his lips so close she could feel their warmth. For a moment she simply breathed him in growing heady on the scent of him and the tight anticipation gathering in her belly. Then she understood. Nerves fluttering, she brushed her lips across his as he had done. Again his breath hitched, as if he too felt that same spark, that hot need. Her eyes drifted closed and his voice poured over her like warm cream. This is, I m Jack .”
“You re going to have to take care of yourself, Karrin said quietly. Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you can t feel it, but it s important that-- I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth. Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and there wasn t any sound at all. It was a long kiss. A slow kiss. A good one. I didn t draw away until it came to its end. I didn t open my eyes for a moment after. ...oh..., she said in a small voice. Her hand slid down my arm to lie upon mine. We do crazy things for love, I said quietly, and turned my hand over, fingers curling around hers.”
“He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.”
“Para mí un beso es algo más que dos labios que se juntan. Es... el punto álgido de una atmósfera, de unos sonidos, de una cercanía, de unas palabras.”
“A deep kiss can put you in an emotional state of coma, sometimes in a reckless vulnerability, we lose virginity and sanity, and maybe our bond of love becomes strong or weak.”
“Tell me to leave, he said roughly. No, I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline. Then I m staying, and his lips consumed mine.”
“I closed my eyes obediently; I felt a light kiss on my lips, on which there was always a little accumulation of blood that wouldn t decrease. And then I fell asleep”
“Stop to kiss, the kissing gate demands, and so do we, its fines.”
“I had a dream about you last night, for the millionth time! We did what we always do in my dreams. We talked, but we never made out. How come I still dream about you if we never freaking make out?”
“Maybe I ll really try to kiss her, even if I fall through her like a raindrop.”
“In one kiss, you ll know all I haven t said.”
“His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.”
“I promised myself that we’d have this little air-clearing chat today without my tongue ending up in your mouth.”
“Kiss is another physical gesture if it doesn t touch your soul.”