The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

Those lips looked tasty, especially when they said things like ' i jumped up every time someone knocked, hoping it's be you

Love was a dance floor where everyone you loved left a mark behind.

Oh yes, we're going to brawl, baby. Over you. Again.

Had God created Love to make pain feel even worse?

They could steam up windows with their kisses, but as soon as they started using their mouths for other things—like talking—everything got so complicated.

I've met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you're a downright bore.