“That's right, I am a book kisser.”

“I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.”

“All men think they're great kissers. Just like you think you're the only decent driver on the road.""Maybe, but I am. Amazing kisser. Dangerously amazing. Your panties would, like, disintegrate, I'm such an awesome kisser.”

“I thought: This is not good. I though: I am not bad at kissing. Not at bad at all. I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.”

“ "God, you're a good kisser," he said. "Where'd you learn to do that?"I sat up and flashed him a deadpan look. "Books," I said.”

“I think my vision's blurred," he murmurred.SHe responded with a hesitant laugh. "If that's all that happened, you're a heck of a better kisser than I am. I can't stand up.""I'm afraid to touch you. We might go up in flames."She sighed. "They story of my life...”