“Almost.” I cap the mascara and turn, fisting his shirt and pulling him towards me. When my lips meet his, I run… — Harper Sloan Copy Share Image
“Kiss the sky with me,” Connor whispers, a beautiful smile pulling his lips, “and don’t ever come down.” — Krista Ritchie Copy Share Image
“May I collect you, Rini?—” he said, softly pulling our lips apart. “As mine?” — R.J. Gonzales Copy Share Image
