Paullina Simons Quotes

I want to kiss you again, Tess.” “Why?” He chuckled, low under his breath. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

I wanna kiss you. I couldn't care less about the team struggling.

I've never grown into loving someone. It's, like, either right away or slowly sinks in.

Kissing is not just kissing. It is a major escalation or de-escalation point in a powerful process of mate choice.

I like to make my husband like me more, and he likes it when I'm wearing makeup.

The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south.

Yeah, because when you’re attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you don’t act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.

I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.” Adam laughed. “What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick. “Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.” “Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

You're sweet. I'm going to make sure you kiss me good with those big lips. I'm gonna make you my girlfriend.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

I do like to belong to a man.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.

The kiss always gets a hell of a reaction.

I'm a little bit of a makeout king. I don't discriminate too much.

I remember my first kisses with a lot of people, and they're rad experiences. And you don't have to really take it to that next level because that's what keeps it exciting.

I love how deceptively simple 'love interest' is, you know? Because it encompasses quite a lot, when you think about it.

I love romance. I think our skin clears up and we're nicer when you are in love.

I couldn't even imagine kissing something.