“It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn
“It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.” Maggie Stiefvater, -- source link