“My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.”
“If I say you're a goatherd's son, you say, 'Yes, Lord Ralon.'"Alanna gasped with fury. "I'd as soon kiss a pig! Is that what you've been doing-kissing pigs? Or being kissed?”
“God, you're sucking all the fun out of our friendship.”
“You're my lifeline," he whispers, and he kisses my knuckles before pressing my palm against his.”
“.....he kissed me right on my gonna-see-God.”
“His fingers traced the curve of my shoulder softly, as his gaze fell. I gasped sharply. If he tried to kiss me, I'd slap the crap out of him. Bond or no bond.”