“I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.”

“I have to bite my lip not to lean down and kiss her. God, I want to kiss her so bad”

“She leaned in, and kissed her Marid gently, sweetly. She tried to kiss him the way she’d always thought kisses would be. His lips tasted like the sea.”

“There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bittersweet, on my tongue.”

“She had two lips like strawberries, and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.”

“The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.”