“Your kisses are mine.”
“I've had your tears with mine, and you've had mine with yours. I think that's more intimate even than a kiss.”
“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.”
“Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss me?”He looks into my eyes, his dark gaze capturing mine. “Querida, I always want to kiss you.”
“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're painfully beautiful and all mine. Kiss me.”