Today’s kiss is scandalous and perfect.
THE KISSERS: Anna and St. Clair from ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins
We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.
He pushes me backward and we’re lying down, making out in front of the children with their red balloons and the old men with their chess sets and the
tourists with their laminated maps and I don’t care, I don’t care about any of that.
All I want is Étienne.
The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just . . . him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine.
I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don’t care, I don’t care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer closer
WHY IT ROCKED: I mean, you read it. Come on, that’s hot. But aside from the sexy writing skills of Stephanie Perkins, there’s a lot of sexy tension in this scene. Their kiss is capital W, Wrong, for starters. He has a girlfriend. Her roomie is in love with him. Plus they’re in the middle of a public park, where they could easily be found out. All of that built-up tension leads to a rocket-fueled kiss that actually feels like real kissing. The desire, the passion, and my favorite line, “…it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer closer closer.” Perkins has completely encapsulated the unmistakable desperation of YA love.
How do you like your book/movie/TV kisses? Sweet and sappy? Passionate and desperate? Somewhere in between?