“He takes my hand. Intertwines our fingers. Offers me a smile that manages to kiss my heart.”

“He takes my hand and kisses my fingers then turns my hand around and kisses the inside of my wrist.”

“On our way to the cafeteria, he took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as we walked. He seemed so proud to be holding my hand, announcing to the world that we were finally together.”

“He instantly covers my fingers with his own, giving me his slow, intoxicating smile. I feel a pang, as though I'm handing over a part of myself I've never offered before.”

“He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.”

“The way you kiss, the way you sing. The way you tell me everything. Will you take my heart? i´m offering it to you...”