“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.”
“He kisses me with the disposition of a dying man who believes the magic of eternal life is in this kiss”
“He rolled me under him to kiss me. It wasn't a gentle kiss like at the beach, or passionate kiss like the one that happened in his room. It was desperate. Desperate and hungry and sad.A good-bye kiss.”
“He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.”
“In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.”
“Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered.”