The Kiss Quotient

“That’s not it at all. I relax with you because of the way you treat me, because you’re you,” she said with certainty.

You like the feel of me. I like the feel of you.”

He was an obsession waiting to happen.

Palm to palm, two lonely halves found comfort together.

think before you talk (anything and everything can be an insult to someone; when in doubt, say nothing)

“I like being touched.”

“You can touch me,”

“It means if you want to buy me a car, I want to drive it.” His lips curved with a suggestive grin, and his eyes danced. “If you want to buy me boxers, I want to wear them.”

The hero didn’t even have to win. All he had to do to get the girl was fight for her. If he lost, she’d kiss him better.

Yes, she was lonely. Yes, she had a broken heart. But at least she had herself.