#kiss

So what about that key?" I asked. "I knew you'd be asking me about it sooner or later." He pulled the cord out from underneath his shirt and dangled the key in front of me. "What do you want for it?" I sneered. "Five dollars?" "I don't want money," he said with a wicked grin. "What does it go to?" "A kiss will unlock more than this key will," he whispered in my ear. ↗

— Ellen Schreiber

#raven #trevor #vampire-kisses #money

I sure would like to get kissed. How would that feel on my mouth, How different would I be after, a changed climate down in my insides? ↗

— Virginia Euwer Wolff

#love #true-believer #change

Mitch---" "All right, baby, I'll shut you up." Then he did, his head slanting and his lips taking mine in a repeat performance of the open-mouthed, knock my socks off, rock my world, best kiss in the history of all time. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#mara-mitch #rock-my-world #dreams

They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE! ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#france #paris #parenting

I'm falling in love with you." As the words left his mouth, his lips pressed to mine, giving me the most intense and explosive kiss I had ever had. With the coldness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue beneath mine I saw fireworks and felt them through every part of my body. ↗

— Magan Vernon

#kiss #romance #young-adult #dating

Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#first-kiss #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love

She had two lips like strawberries, and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.
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— Jarod Kintz

#kiss #kisses #kissing #lips #love

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last! ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#kiss #poetry #romantic #romanticism #romantic

How do you feel?" Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed. "Like I want you to kiss me again." And _that_ was the invitation he'd been waiting for. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#romantic-suspense #romantic

Have you kissed many boys before?" he asked quietly. His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption." Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?" "No." "Not many girls? Or not many boys?" "Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would. "How many?" "Why—" "I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?" My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One." At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear. "He was doing it wrong. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#kiss #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #sexy #ya