“You want to kiss me now,Matthew. I can see it in the look in your eyes.""I want to do considerably more than kiss you." He grinned wickedly. "And that too you should see in my eyes.”

“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.”

“It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”

“And do I still have that look?" he asked."Yes just there," she kissed his eye. "The desire to love me is still there. If you look closely you can see mine for you, my tears never washed it away.”

“No matter how close, you are always too far My eyes are drawn everywhere you are.I’m tired of the way we both pretend Tired of always wanting and never giving in I can feel it in my skin, see it in your grin We’re more. We always have been.Think of everything we’ve missed. Every touch and every kiss. Because we both insist. Resist.Hold your breath and close your eyes Distract yourself with other guysIt’s no surprise, your defeated sighs Aren’t you tired of the lies?Think of everything we’ve missed. Every touch and every kiss. Because we both insist. Resist.  No matter how close, you are always too far My eyes are drawn everywhere you are.I’m done. I won’t ignore. I won’t pretend or resist.I want more.”

“Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.”