“He kissed her like he was going off to war. And she kissed him back like it was true.”

“He kisses her. She kisses him. They kiss.”

“You like doing that, don't you?''Yes, I like kissing you.''No,' she said, 'lifting me off my feet. Carrying me around. Pulling me down to kiss you whenever you get the urge.' She turned to him with a mock glare. 'I think it goes hand in hand with the telling me what to do stuff.'He didn't let go of her hand as he lifted his to run the back of one knuckle down her cheek. 'You like it, too.”

“And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.”

“Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

“She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn't scared of doing it wrong.”