You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Nothing had ever felt so young as her lips.

He fought with a desire to kiss her again, even tenderly, and began to tell her that she was being unwise, but before he got really started at this handsome project, she was in his arms again, and whispering something that he had to accept, since it was wrapped up in a kiss.

Their cool cheeks and warm lips met in the crisp darkness, and, watching the icy moon over his shoulder, Annie knew that she was his surely and, pulling his face down, kissed him again, trembling with emotion.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

These things excite me so,’ she whispered. ‘If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card.

If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.''But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to argue.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

She [suddenly]: I like you.He: Don't.She: Modest too--He: I'm afraid of you. I'm always afraid of a girl--until I've kissed her.She [emphatically]: My dear boy, the war is over.He: So I'll always be afraid of you.She [rather sadly]: I suppose you will[A slight hesitation on both their parts.]