“My words are the kisses but many of the times they don't taste so good as the touch of your lips does to mine.”
“The first time you kissed me?" I say. "That moment when your lips touched mine? You stole a piece of my heart that night”
“You took something of mine when you returned to the sea.You took my heart. The wind sighed. The salt air touched his lips like a cool kiss, like the taste of tears.”
“And then I tasted nothing but his sweet lips, pressed firmly to mine, as I kissed him like it was my job.”
“Will you be mine forever?” The words escaped my lips. “And evermore.” He replied kissing my forehead.”
“Don’t touch me, Nora. (Ewan)Why? (Nora)If you touch me, I’ll kiss you, and if I kiss you right now, I’m not sure I’ll have the strength to pull back and be satisfied with just the taste of your lips. (Ewan)”