#kissing

...I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#ex-boyfriends #heart-broken #hypocrite #kissing #love

Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Well...I always like when you kiss me... "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#flirtation #kissing #love #love

If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not. He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#kissing #love

I loved the kiss. That's why I smiled at you. I loved it. I was embarrassed by how much I loved it. (Troy Summer) ↗

— Suzanne Selfors

#love #love

I can't help but watch his lips as they cover the opening of the bottle that my lips were just touching. We're practically kissing. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#kissing #lol #sky #lol

La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the dizzy pilot of a black prow which cut the water of time and negated it. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

#kissing #love #sex #love

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#erotica-romance #eroticism #kisses #kissing #new-adult

You and me,” he echoed, tilting my face up to his. I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now. “Always.” I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his line once, now it was mine. “Always,” Balik murmured against my jawbone the words grazing my skin as I arched my neck backwards. “You and me, always.” His whisper mingled with the kisses he brushed along my throat. I closed my eyes and drifted away with him. ↗

— Melanie Cusick-Jones

#love #love

You should be kissed and often, by someone who knows how. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#love #love

Kissing Amber was like falling into the sea: Her body surrendered to the pull of the tide, buoyed by the saltwater, every breath tasting like the ocean. Reese lost all sense of where the surface was. All there was, was this. Amber’s lips, her tongue, her hands stroking back Reese’s hair, curling around her head and holding her steady. If their first kiss had been a bit awkward, that was gone now. ↗

— Malinda Lo

#love #love