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“Leo leaned forward and met her soft lips. Their first underwater kiss created bubbles that floated lazily to the surface. Audrey ran her fingers through his coarse hair, and they lingered until his lungs were bursting.”

— Jennifer Lane, Streamline, Share via Whatsapp

“Shane never knew how to address her friends parents. She wanted to call her Mrs. Eliot s Mom, but knew that the cutesiness would not be appreciated. “Mrs. Kaspar” sounded too like a phone solicitor, which would not do after having kissed the circumference of her son s neck.”

— Thomm Quackenbush, We Shadows, Share via Whatsapp

“A kiss is one of the few futuristic events that comes to my present everyday..”

— Jai prakash, Share via Whatsapp

“You will not! It s wrong. What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?”

— Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell, Share via Whatsapp

“Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY!”

— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience, Share via Whatsapp

“Of course I saved you, she said. I couldn t do without you. And because she was happy and flushed with magic, Holly leaned down and kissed Artemis, magic sparking around the contact like tiny fireworks.”

— Eoin Colfer, The Time Paradox, Share via Whatsapp

“French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.”

— John Green, Looking for Alaska, Share via Whatsapp

“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.”

— Karli Perrin, April Showers, Share via Whatsapp

“Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the lovers who fail to discover a fresh blossom in every future kiss.”

— Jaroslav Seifert, The Poetry of Jaroslav Seifert, Share via Whatsapp

“We still have a lot to talk about, I said. Talk? He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts.”

— Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush, Share via Whatsapp

“He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, Share via Whatsapp

“He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more. “I keep having to remind myself that I can do that,” he smirked.”

— Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe, Share via Whatsapp

“These kisses... they were confessions. Tastes of everything she had stored inside her. Everything she could give a man if he was brave enough to accept. Kiss by kiss, she was baring herself to the soul.”

— Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke, Share via Whatsapp

“and then you stopped. And looked at me. And I knew then exactly what was going to happen. You kissed me, yes. But it was not just goodnight. Even then, I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you would kiss me just like that, forever.”

— Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride, Share via Whatsapp

“Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head. As he stood silent in the middle of the room she came over to him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he, seeing her face lifted to him in serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak. She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal. —Give me a kiss, she said. His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her. With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.”

— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Share via Whatsapp

“It s an innocent kiss at first. Soft lips meeting; a gentle pressure that creates a slow burn. The type of kiss you give to someone that means something. This isn t the type of kiss to be wasted on me.”

— Katie McGarry, Dare You To, Share via Whatsapp

“There s a clock on the wall. Press your hand against the face and turn it very slightly to the. Left. There ll be a click to tell you it s done. Sounds easy enough. Yes it does, said Sanguine. Kiss for good luck? Maybe later, said Gracious. How about a handshake? Asked Donegan.”

— Derek Landy, Last Stand of Dead Men, Share via Whatsapp