He leaned his forehead against hers. -œTell me you want this.
– Chudney Thomas
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- Please-¦- she begged as her fingers flexed against the wall she leaned against.Game. On. – Jennifer Kacey
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- James’ fingers brushed her cheek. -œYou can run, or you can see this through to the end. Whatever that end might be. – Chudney Thomas
- I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words. – Renee Ahdieh
- Put me down.--œNope.- He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. -œI like carrying you. – Cherise Sinclair
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- Write about us,- Robinson urged. -œTell our story.- And I did it; I told our story. You hold it in your hands. – James Patterson
- What kind of slut do you think I am?-Theo bumped his hips against hers. -œThis might not be the best moment to ask me that. – Annabel Joseph
- He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it. – Morgan Llywelyn
- I feel his body pressed against mine. His heat burns against my flesh; searing, seducing. Permanently making it his. – AR Von
- Ah, a romantic.- Danny leaned back, threading his fingers behind his head. -œI used to be one, until my wife died. And then I was just pathetic. – Mary Jane Hathaway
- My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel. – Michelle Hodkin
- Does it hurt?-He bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. -œOnly when I laugh.--œI’ll try not to be funny.--œEpic fail, beautiful. – Rachel Caine
- The little waiter’s eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion. – Douglas Adams
- There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever. – Ashay Abbhi
- A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room. – MR Gott
- I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places. – Christine Fonseca
- And when his head slumped forward into his book, she giggled, for she knew that he was hers. – C Robert Cargill
- Drawing her closer he tucked his chin and lifted hers to meet his abysmal onyx eyes. – Jennifer Silverwood
- His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door. – Lia Davis
- Dasher was able-bodied; that was part of the problem. His body was able to make hers do crazy things under his scrutiny, touch, scent. – Joy Avery
- He’d kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers. – Kim Edwards
- He who wars against the arts, wars not against nations, but against all mankind. – Arthur Urbane Dilley
- He was determined to stick with his plan, convincing himself to stay neutral and detached. That’s the plan!Then she leaned over him. – Madison Thorne Grey
- He leaned in close, his mouth near her ear. -œDance with me. – Donna Grant
- She leaned forward and whispered sensuously in his ear, ‘I am Lilith and you are mine now – forever. – Alan Kinross
- He wanted to know something about me. I leaned over and put my mouth to his ear. It was barely a whisper.’I’m a murderer. – Ruta Sepetys
- Minho snickered and leaned back in his chair. -œMan, you are one ????-load of sunshine, let me tell you. – James Dashner
- When she straightened, he leaned back in the chair, his eyelids heavy. -œMy God, woman, you know how to make a man melt. – Amy Jarecki
- Seated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compresses to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy…. – Isabel Allende
- Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity. – Dominic Riccitello
- She had platonic all but tattooed on her forehead. – Kelly Moran
- Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts. – Emlyn Chand
- I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I’ve been screaming for a long time. – Ashley Earley
- Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. – Susan Sontag