Quotes About Intimacy

This is the closest we will ever come to love.

He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," I say in my best seductive voice.

I shift on to my side and find myself looking directly into Gale's eyes. For an instant the world recedes and there is just his flushed face, his pulse visible at his temple, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath.

It's not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot.

And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.

He manages to wake me and calm me down. Then he climbs into bed to hold me until I fall back to sleep. After that, I refuse the pills. But every night I let him into my bed. We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other's arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment

Then she gave him a kiss. Not a peck. A real kiss on the lips, with hints of peaches and powder. The feel of her mouth, soft and warm against his own, sent sensations surging through his body. Rather than pulling back, he held her even tighter as the taste and touch of her made his head spin. So this was what people were talking about! This was what made them so crazy! When they finally broke apart, he drew a deep breath, as if surfacing from the depths.

Me pilló completamente por sorpresa. Después de todo el tiempo que había pasado con Gale, de observar cómo hablaba, se reía, fruncía el ceño, cabría esperar que supiese todo lo que había que saber de sus labios. Sin embargo, no me había imaginado el calor que desprendían al unirse a los míos. Ni que aquellas manos, las manos que podían montar la más intrincada de las trampas también pudiera atraparme a mí con la misma facilidad.

Recuerda que estamos locamente enamorados, así que puedes besarme cuando quieras..

and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.

When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta.

Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn't recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It's the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

Convince me, he says. He drops the napkin and retrieves his book. I don't watch him as he heads for the door, so I flinch when he whispers in my ear. By the way, I know about the kiss. Then the door clicks shut behind him.

We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other's arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

Let's start with something more basic. Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine...but I don't know what your favorite color is?

Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

Come on," I say in exasperation, extricating myself from his grasp but not before he gets in another kiss.

Il bisogno reciproco crea un forte legame. Più forte dell'amicizia, più forte dell'amore.

There's no question of privacy. When it comes to my body, we have no secrets, these three people and me.

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