“Kissing him last night at the pep rally had been like kissing an underpass.”

“He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.”

“He kissed and held her like it was the last time, but then again, he always did that, because there had always been that possibility of him losing her.”

“He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.”

“I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That's the story, the whole story, right there.”

“There's been something nagging at me all day. As long as I'm here with him, I might as well ask. "Did we kiss last night?" "Yes." "Well, it wasn't memorable because I have no recollection of it." He laughs. "I was kiddin'. We didn't kiss." He leans in. "When we kiss you'll remember it. Forever.”