lips touched mine. His mouth was warm and firm, his hand gentle on my neck. I'd kissed him once before, when I thought he was dying on a beach. But that had lasted a second. This was… going on and on. I realized I was getting dizzy, and then realized it was because I hadn't taken a breath yet. It seemed like an hour before we broke apart. We were both breathing raggedly, and I stared into his eyes as if I would find answers there. Which of course I didn't. All I saw was the dancing flames of our small fire.
( James Patterson )
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