Quotes About Affection

Margaret quirked her lips, looking much like the imp their mother used to call her. "What flower would ye pick for Katherine Campbell?" Callum snorted. "I wouldna pick flowers." "Ye let her take a bite out of ye." Maggie looked up at him, then cut him off when he opened his mouth to speak. "Ye fancy her. What flower would ye pick for her?" "Tulips," he mumbled, ignoring her knowing smirk.

Marcus?" he asked a moment later, while Marcus lowered them to the ground. "Do you like Sam?" "Aye, I do," Marcus told him. "I love her." "But Tabitha said one of the Whites told her you don't love anything." "Well." Marcus kissed the top of his head. "The White was wrong.

I like kissing you," he whispered roughly, dipping his forehead against hers. "I like kissing you, too," Sam breathed. I am mad with desire for you. He told her silently. But there's more to it. I want to make you happy. I find that I'm not happy unless you are. What does it mean? She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it.

You get prettier every day, don't you?" Red said, as he spun the stool. No one called Angela's little girl by her real name. No one could spit it out. Angela had found the name in the family Bible. Apparently, it wanted to stay there. "She's cute as a Dixie cup," Willie said from the service window. "Are you my little Dixie cup?" Red asked, giving her nose a tap. Clapping her hands, the child giggled and squealed. And just like that, Aubrette Orianna Belle was christened Dixie.

A woman who loves her husband is merely paying her bills. A woman who loves her lover gives alms to the poor.

Shura...are you...in love with me?" "Turn to me," Alexander said. She turned. "Tatia, I worship you. I'm crazy in love with you. I want you to marry me.

I love you as much as it is possible for a man to love a woman.

Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

And then, because she was Tatiana and because she couldn't help herself, and because he wouldn't have it any other way, she ran to him and was in his arms.

We can't forget that I owe you my life." She gazed at him. "We can't forget that I belong to you." "I like that sound of that," Alexander said, hugging her tighter.

Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice, "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

Open your eyes, soldier," Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face."Are you hungry?" "I was hungry," Alexander said. "But you fed me." His body was shaking underneath his sheet.

What a prison you have set up for me with your first love." She put her arms tighter around him and said teasingly, "Oh, so the first love part you believe, but the first kiss part you have a problem with? What kind of girl do you think I am?" "The nicest girl," he whispered.

What little I had was all for you. It was you who was everybody else's. But I was only yours.

Tatiana hugged him and said, "And here's mine: 'Honey, what do you prefer—my beautiful body or my beautiful face?'" "Your sense of humor," returned Alexander, holding her to him until she couldn't breathe.

It wasn't first love. It wasn't a first kiss. But it was love nonetheless. And the kiss was sweet. And the heart still pounded. And the girl went on.

I can't brethe." She was embracing him the way he used to embrace her in Lazarevo. And for the same reason. "Open your mouth," she whispered, leaning onto his face. "I'll breath for you.

You sweet thing," he murmured. "You're the sweetest thing. I don't know what to do, what to do, Tania." He kissed her lips

Dasha bent him to her and kissed him on the mouth. And kissed him and kissed him. And kissed him.

Dulce amor de juventud, perdona si te olvido...»

Non riesco a credere che ci sposeremo il giorno del mio compleanno!» Dice lei. «Così non mi dimenticherai mai.» «E chi potrebbe dimenticarti, Alexander?» Chiede, cercandolo dolcemente con la mano.

Do you remember what you're supposed to do now? Kiss the palm of your hand and press it against your heart.

He soaped her like he loved her, held her like he loved her, loved her like he loved her.