“I feel the urge, familiar now, to wrench myself from my body and speak directly into her mind. It is the same urge, I realize, that makes me want to kiss her every time I see her, because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating. Our fingers, loosely woven a moment ago, now clutch together, her palm tacky with moisture, mine rough in places where I have grabbed too many handles on too many moving trains. Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide-open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.” ThinkingWantFeelsMindLooksMomentsBodyEyeTogetherMovingSpeakRealizingSkyMinesKissingDistanceTrainFingersWideHandleFamiliarUrgesRoughPaleHer EyesPalmsWovenClutchMoistureWrenchesInfuriatingTacky Author:Veronica Roth
“I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.” ThinkingFeelsI CanMomentsCareWishAirShareMinesKissingMouthsLipsAffectionDon't CareCellsI Don't CareNosesIntimateSlipsCheeks Book:Allegiant (Divergent Trilogy, Book 3) Source: Allegiant (Divergent Trilogy, Book 3)
“Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.” ShouldLongMinesKissingLipsBreathe Author:J.A. Redmerski