Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““Kiss me now, before it’s totally gone,” I said. His mouth would taste of peaches and me.”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Now may I taste it?” I shook my head. He dipped a finger into the core of the peach and brought it to his… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Drat. I'm not sure anyone even noticed the kiss." "I noticed it." He rubbed his mouth with the side of his hand. The taste… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And then I tasted nothing but his sweet lips, pressed firmly to mine, as I kissed him like it was my job.” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
What would you do if I kissed you right now?" I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“I think my heart is coming out of my mouth.” “That’s good. Keep going.” “I almost passed out while kissing your cunt.” “Oh that…I… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
“She reached up and kissed him on the lips. It was a small kiss. It lasted only two or three seconds, just long enough… — Francisco X. Stork Copy Share Image
“What?" Her breathing stuttered at the thought of tasting the sweet cream off his skin. "Nothing." "No, tell me." He stepped closer. She shook… — Laura Kaye Copy Share Image
“She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.” — Jean M. Grant Copy Share Image
“she was like a ripe peach, the kind whose juices ran down your chin when you took your first bite, filling your mouth with… — Cassie Wright Copy Share Image
“He kissed me. A desperate, hungry, wild, make me forget the past and the future kind of kiss.” — R.K. Lilley Copy Share Image
Don't all writers have a hidden nerve, call it a secret chamber, something irreducibly theirs, which stirs their prose and makes it tick and… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted him to remember the morning on Monet's berm when I'd kissed him not the first but the second time and given him… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Rituals are how we step into our private field of dreams, a small Elysium all our own. Rituals are made not just for us,… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Proust is interested in minutiae because life, as he sees it, is seldom ever about things but about our impression of things, not about… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“Well, since you're not going to do anything with me—can you at least read me a story? I'd settle for that. I wanted him… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“This is heaven.” And I wouldn’t hear him say another word for at least an hour. There was nothing I loved more in life… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He loved the sticky taste. What had I done? I told him and pointed to the bruised evidence sitting on my desk. “Let me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“To be with you. To be with you, Oliver. With or without my bathing suit. To be with you on my bed. In your… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
