He gives me a conflicted look and touches his lips to my forehead, right between my eyebrows. I close my eyes. I don't understand this, whatever it is. But I don't want to ruin it, so I say nothing. He doesn't move; he just stays there with his mouth pressed to my skin, and I stay there with my hands on his waist, for a long time.
Veronica RothI did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?
Veronica RothI laugh shakily. โYouโre a little scary, Four.โ โDo me a favor,โ he says, โand donโt call me that.โ โWhat should I call you, then?โ โNothing.โ He takes his hand from my face. โYet.
Veronica RothYou think giving you a hug would give away too much?" he says. "You know," I say. "I really don't care." I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. It is the best moment of my life.
Veronica Roth