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��Liked you, liked you?�� Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Lightwoods,�� Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I've touched some sentences and have kissed some words.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest,
and if you see a fire from the shore tonight
it’s my chains going up in flames.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“To expect to be kissed having bad breath is the secret of a fool.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly with.”
― Brandon Villasenor, I Can't Stop Drinking About You

“there have been mornings
so quiet and tender
like a poem, on Thursday's lips
that I wondered
if I'd been kissed at all...”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“I’d always worried but kissing’s not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe in.”
― David Mitchell, Black Swan Green

“I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Burned

“How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.”
― Kathryn Hurn, HELL HEAVEN & IN-BETWEEN: One Woman's Journey to Finding Love

“Throughout the slow burning of the day, the silver-skinned boy kissed the air with the ghost of moon-soaked lips, images circling
his head and under his jaw, and paint spilled onto paper. He said he was not an artist, but the boy he remembered told him once
that the language of art is such a sacred dream. And he believed him.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“She kissed her like she’d been stranded on an island, notching each stranded day onto a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem being tongued into a knot.”
― Michelle Tea, Black Wave

“She kissed him first, and all the rest followed.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden

“And then she kissed him," he murmurs, "and all manner of thought left his head. It was a kiss he had dreamed about, but it was a thousand times better than his dreams. And he was ruined in all the best ways...and he'd never be the same again.”
― Beth Michele, For the Love of Raindrops

“When you kiss, my world falls apart
Heaven comes down to woo my heart”
― Munia Khan

“I kissed the boys and made them cry ... in ecstasy.”
― Hal Duncan, Scruffians! Stories of Better Sodomites

“Let's have a bet, then. If I'm right, you kiss me," he says.
"And if I'm right?"
"Name it."
It's like taking candy from a baby. Mr. Macho Guy's ego is about to be taken down a notch, and I'm all too happy to be the one to do it. "If I win you take me and the class project seriously," I tell him. "No teasing me, no making ridiculous comments."
"Deal. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I have a photographic memory."
"Alex, I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you I copied the info straight from the book." I look at the research I'd done, then flip open to the corresponding page in my chem book. "Without looking, what does it need to be cooled at?" I ask.
Alex is a guy who thrives on challenges. But this time the tough guy is going to lose. He closes his own book and stares at me, his jaw set. "Twenty degrees. And it needs to be dissolved at one hundred degrees, not seventy," he answers confidently.
I scan the page, then my notes. Then back at the page again. I can't be wrong. Which page did I- "Oh, yeah. One hundred degrees." I look up at him in complete shock. "You're right."
"You gonna kiss me now, or later?"
"Right now," I say, which I can tell shocks him because his hands go still. At home, my life is dictated by my mom and dad. At school, it's different. I need to keep it that way, because if I have no control in every aspect of my life I might as well be a mannequin.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah." I take one of his hands in mine. I'd never be this bold if we had an audience, and am thankful for the privacy of the nonfiction titles surrounding us. His breathing slows as I sit up on my knees and lean into him. I'm ignoring the fact that his fingers are long and rough and that I've never actually touched him before. I'm nervous. I shouldn't be, though. I'm the one in control this time.
I can feel him restraining himself. He's letting me make the move, which is a good thing. I'm afraid of what this boy would do if he let loose.
I place his hand against my cheek so it cups my face and I hear him groan. I want to smile because his reaction proves I have the power.
He's unmoving as our eyes meet.
Time stops again.
Then I turn my head into his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.
"There, I kissed you," I say, giving him back his hand and ending the game.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“Sweet, soft demolition.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“It has been many years since I let a man kiss me... When our lips met, parts of me that I had forgotten existed, thawed out from neglect and rose back to life like when Jesus was resurrected.”
― Piper Huguley, By Her Own Design: A Novel of Ann Lowe, Fashion Designer to the Social Register

“You sure you brought me here just to talk?'

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time. The memory of his mouth on mine shimmers in the air between us.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Varian. He didn't so much as look at his High lord, his focus going right to where Amren sat at the head of the table. As if he'd sensed she was here- or someone had reported. And he'd come running.

Amren's eyes flicked up from the Book as Varian halted. A coy smile covered her red lips.

There was still blood and dirt splattered on Varian's brown skin, coating his silver amour and close-cropped white hair. He didn't seem to notice or care as he strode for Amren.

And none of us dared to speak as Varian dropped to his knees before Amren's chair, took her shocked face in his broad hands, and kissed her soundly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin