“lower her to my side and pull her against me so that her head is resting on my jacket. Her breath tastes like starburst and it makes me want to keep kissing her until I can identify every single flavor.… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“He stops kissing, but his lips stay touching mine, lightly, like a feather would. "I'm bad for you, Sarah. I won't ever be the gentleman you need." "Maybe I don’t want gentle." He pulls something from his dress pants and… — Tara Brown Copy Share Image
