“Reason fourteen.” I press my forehead against hers, locking her in my gaze. “You are so beautiful. Inside and out. I don’t… — Becca Ann Copy Share Image
“I release the trigger of my gun and drop it. Before I can lose my nerve, I turn and press my forehead… — Tris Prior Copy Share Image
I am alone, I am all alone, I am completely alone. Grasping this reality, I let go of my bag, drop to… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I want to share my thoughts with you. Press your forehead firmly against mine, and let my mind transfer to yours. You… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“I've always wanted you," he growled, and wrapped his hand behind my neck. He leaned down to press his forehead against mine.… — M.J. Abraham Copy Share Image
“When I press my forehead to his back, the shape of his pain is alluring, almost visible. It forms him, tells him… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“I press my forehead against hers. "I'm so glad you showed up," I whisper. "You changed my life forever that night.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
