“The element of dates I dread. To kiss or not to kiss, I hated that question.”
“It is not the gentle kiss of a couple on a first date, nor is it the kiss of a man driven by simple lust. He kisses me with the desperation of a dying man who believes the magic of eternal life is in this kiss.”
“I hate you.”“I know,” he whispered.“Kiss me.”He didn’t hesitate.”
“When he kissed me again, I thought I would break apart with need. He pulled back, watching me silently. A question waited for me in his eyes. "Yes," I murmured. I kissed him again and there were no more questions to be answered.”
“I am kissing her for a reason that transcends want and need, that feels elemental to our existence, a molecular component on which ouruniverse will be built.”
“I got a question for you, gonna come over here and kiss me with those pretty lips?”