Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

The kiss is different than I expected. It’s slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered sugar I spilt and the coffee with chicory he’s always drinking. It’s a perfect first kiss.