“A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.”

“His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn’t bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl’s kisses are deliberate and polished. When she kisses me – when I kiss her – she doesn’t want me. She has me and knows it.”

“I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm.” Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. “Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It’s hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there’s never been a time when I didn’t love you.”

“He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned.”

“Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.”

“lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.”

“This doesn’t mean anything,” Haley whispers as she reaches up and pulls at the Velcro of my glove.“Yes, it does.” I bring my arms to my sides and the instant the gloves fall to the floor, my hands latch on to that beautiful body. “Tell me, Haley. Please tell me it does because this means something to me.”

“I love you too, Will Blakelee,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Dan broke the silence, his voice low. “We would both get in trouble.” He stood up. “Let’s go back.””We shouldn’t be doing what?” I scrambled to my feet. “What exactly are we doing?””This.””You mean consorting?””Sure, consorting. Cavorting. Carousing.” He paused to take a deep breath.”Kissing.” Then he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine.”

“Special Logan Kiss…Yeah, but you didn’t know that I’d recited how i felt for you right then, in that moment, in my mins. The words flowed silently, so easily. There’s no mistaking them. When I gave you those kisses, I was telling myself and you….He peck my nose “I…”He kisses my forehead “..LOVE..”My heart swells asHe presses his lips to my chin, then he whispers ” YOU…”

“I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively Iknew it was a sound of approval.”

“I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.”

“I love you Anna Covey,’ he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn’t a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.”

“I hope I haven’t given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.”

“With kisses like that, I wish this was the Universe where you were my soulfinder.”