Episode 2

Samantha POV

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"Then something happened in the next two seconds, but neither Lex nor Driggs would be able to recall exactly what. All they knew was that after it was over, their eyes met once again, this time in horror.

"Why did you just kiss my ear?" Lex asked nervously.

Driggs winced. "Because you turned your head."

"I thought that tree . . . moved."

"Oh."

Another moment of silence.

Driggs bit his lip. "Do you mind if I try again?"

She swallowed. "Okay."

Then something else happened, and this time both Lex and Driggs would remember exactly what it was."

― Gina Damico, Croak

"You're the mayfly,' he murmurs.

And then Evan Walker kisses me.

Holding my hand across his chest, his other hand sliding across my neck, his touch feathery soft, sending a shiver that travels down my spine into my legs, which are having a hard time keeping me upright. I can feel his heart slamming against my palm and I can smell his breath and feel the stubble on his upper lip, a sandpapery contrast to the softness of his lips, and Evan is looking at me and I'm looking back at him."

― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

"It's stillness and pressure and rhythm and breathing."

― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

"Eccolo!" he exclaimed.

At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end.

"Courage!" cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. "Courage and love."

She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.

Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.

George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her…"

― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

"A great book increases my heartbeat as if I'm prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths."

― Carmen DeSousa

"Do you remember our first kiss? I do. Not a day goes by I don't think of the feel of that bicuspid against my tongue. It had such a distinctive feel, neither cuspid nor molar…but I'm not sure it knew that – that was what endeared it to me so. It was like the blunted tusk of a wild boar."

― Benson Bruno, A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

"Our first kiss would be in a sunlit wood or under a starry sky after a village dance, not in a tomb or some dank basement with guards at the door."

"Let me get this straight," Nina said. "You haven't kissed me because the setting isn't suitably romantic?"

"This isn't about romance . A proper kiss, a proper courtship. There's a way these things should be done."

― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

"He laughed and was about to retort when she grabbed his collar and pulled him into her. She clamped her lips around his mouth and mashed her face into his. He took a step back in surprise and she went with him, stepping in a patch of wet floor. Her legs went out from under her and flailed as she fell, whacking him in the throat on the way down. She looked up at him as he gagged and coughed, and from across the corridor she could hear Tanith laughing hysterically. "I think I need practice," Valkyrie muttered."

― Derek Landy, Dark Days

"That's when Poppy kissed me. I didn't have time to get ready. She just kissed me there and then, right on the lips. It felt lovely. I wasn't even scared this time. It was warm and not too wet. I didn't get any tongue. Her breath smelled like Orange Tic Tacs."

― Stephen Kelman, Pigeon English

"I love you," he said through a heavy breath.

"So much."

― Kaylie Fowler

"There's always something in a first kiss. The first hint if you fit together. The initial inkling whether his style of kissing is one that makes your stomach flutter, your core ache and causes your hands to fist his shirt. That immediate knowledge that you want to do this again or that you need to walk away and never look back."

― K. Bromberg, Hard to Hold

"Everything in my mind was screaming at me to stop kissing him, but I couldn't. It was like trying to paddle upstream against a wild current.

I was drowning, sinking down into the waters of my emotions. Nothing made sense here except his lips molding against mine."

― Jeremy Jenkins, My Dad's Best Friend

"Kissing Lili Belle is devouring an ice cream cone in July; it is a hotdog at the ballpark; it is Jean Harlow slipping into something more comfortable and it is better than all of those things. Kissing Lili Belle is better than the movies."

― Heather Babcock, Filthy Sugar