“KISS ME, HARDY! Kiss me, QUICK!”
“No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me."Horace stopped quickly in front of her."Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?""Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.”
“Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back.”
“Kiss me.""What? Give it back.""Kiss me and I'll give it back.”
“Kiss me, I think. Go on, kiss me. At least grab my arse.”
“The kiss. The kiss. The kiss. It was chocolate cake and fizzy passion and goose bumps. No one had ever kissed me like that.”