Quotes About Kiss

Her thoughts flashed back to earlier this morning, when he'd pulled her into the darkness of the back staircase and kissed her socks off. Even now her heart fluttered like butterfly wings. Meridith

I have a head injury." His strange words pulled her from her thoughts. That last shot of morphine must've kicked in. "What?" "A moment like this . . . it kind of calls for a romantic kiss, you know? I'm weighted to this bed, and my girl won't lean over and make it happen." She gave a watery laugh. His girl. She liked the sound of that. Liked it a lot. So much that she leaned over and touched her lips to his. He

He thought of their kiss—had it really been two days ago? The image of Zac's kiss barreled into his mind. When everyone had filtered into the dining room for cinnamon rolls, Beau had confiscated the mistletoe. If anyone was getting another kiss from Kate, it was going to be him.

Once his scars were revealed, Tanith kissed him, once, on the lips. "I like steak," she said. "Can't go wrong with steak." "Steak it is," he murmured. He stepped away, and Valkyrie grinned at Tanith. "Oh, good God," China said, rolling her eyes. "I do hope the Remnants kill me first.

Moss the shape of Grayson, all around Grayson, covering Grayson like a second skin. Showing, kiss by kiss, the beauty of Grayson to Grayson, who had never thought herself beautiful. That she was beautiful. All of Moss kissing all of her and Grayson seeing herself through Moss's eyes. Reborn in that moment.

If you feel like you have to have them for some reason, tell me and we'll take them out together. Promise?" "If you promise not to tell the whole school about this." "I won't tell them anything. Deal?" "Deal." "I think we should seal it." I gave a jittery laugh. "With a handshake?" "I was thinking more like a kiss.

Walker's body wouldn't manifest the right reaction. He should be wanting to fight the threat or flee from it. Instead, his instincts were telling him to throw down the rifle, grab Rebecca, haul her into his arms, and kiss the hell out of her.

Mary dragged in a long breath as the kiss eased to an end, but she wouldn't look at him. Her cheeks were red, her eyes downcast. Mal put his hand under her chin, gently tilting her head up. "Don't feel shame, love. There's nothing shameful about kissing a man because you enjoy it." The look in her eyes when she finally met his gaze wasn't shame. It was defiance, and fear.

Medan Luna och jag långsamt gick tillbaka till cellen torkade den manliga våta saliven på min kind. Jag kunde känna fläcken i ansiktet i flera timmar efteråt, som om hans kyss hade lämnat ett märke på mig. Att få en kyss av en man i ett kvinnofängelse är en gåva som slår alla födelsedagspresenter och julklappar. Det är bättre än en rosen bukett. Det är bättre än en varm dusch

Look, I'm not ready for you," Min said. "I'm not prepared. I don't have any defenses when you're around. I make these plans and I mean it, I really do, and then I kiss you because I'm crazy about you which would be fine if I didn't fall in love with you but there that is, just standing there, and you know it, you know you've got me.

I'll give her the chance to change the path she is on. The chance to make her own path." "Fool," said the crone. "You understand nothing of mortals. We Fates map out their lives because they wish it. Mortals do not like uncertainty. They do not like change. Change is frightening. Change is painful." "Change is a kiss in the dark. A rose in the snow. A wild road on a windy night." Chance countered.

El cambio es un beso en la oscuridad. Una rosa en la nieve. Un camino del bosque en una noche ventosa.

He grinned at me and whispered, "I'm going to kiss you now. It'll be a big one, so don't hit me.

He'd stood there in the snow at Mile-High Pie last night and made me feel sorry for him! He'd made me feel terrible for something I didn't even do, after he'd lied to me to my face! And then he'd kissed me and I'd let him! Mortifying! Now his lips parted. I waited to hear the next lie. I almost hoped it was a good one, so at least I'd have an entertaining story to share with my friends about what an ass he was.

I have a better idea." Jameson lowered his lips to mine. My neck arched. More mud on my face, my clothes. "I bet," he countered, "that you can't wash all this mud off before I…" "Before you what?" I murmured. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne smiled. "Guess.

The coin landed. "Tails," I said. "I kiss you." I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his. And this time, the joke was on me— because I wasn't playing. This wasn't nothing. This was the beginning—and I was ready to be bold.

Before I could get the word daughter out, Grayson leaned his head down and crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me to save me from what I'd been about to say. For a small eternity, nothing in the world existed outside of that kiss. His lips. Mine. For show.

I didn't want to think about anything, so I kissed the boy. This time it wasn't rough or frantic. It was gentle and slow and terrifying and perfect . And for once in my life, I didn't feel alone.

It's at that moment that I can't help myself,even though she maybe hates me right now.I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her,a lot more R-rated and PG-13.I can feel her tense at first,not wanting to kiss me back ,and the thought of it breaks my heart.Before I can pull away,I feel her bend and then melt into me as I melt into her under the warm Indiana sun.And she's still here ,and she isn't going anywhere,and it will be okay.

He kisses me again and leans sexily against the door, as if he knows how good he looks.

There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and tuberoses exhaled their incense, wrapping her in a final sigh, so profound that it drowned the chorus of roses, and in this culminating gasp of blossom, Albine was dead.

Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.

jenna had felt sexy-funny, like lucille ball with flour streaks on her face, a crumb-covered apron that didn't exactly flatter her, and yet nick had kissed her like a prom king falling for the reinvented girl in a movie.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don't usually like. Just do it, I always think.