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For what is desire but this dervish drilling into the air a window on the glittering panorama that flashes into existence the second you think I’m in love. As soon as you approach that enchanted space, desire spins it away. Laurie Weeks, Zipper Mouth

Whether it’s the way she’s staring at me—so intently, so deeply—or the chilly air, I don’t know, but I can’t stop a visible shiver from snaking down my spine. Crystal Maldonado, No Filter and Other Lies

“I pay attention.” “To everyone.” “To you.” Bella says it in a sleepy tease. “I didn’t know.” “I think you did.” Marie Rutkoski, Real Easy

She’d never felt this drawn to somebody before. This desperate to reach out and touch someone just because. Because she wanted to be close; wanted to know more, know everything. Rachel Bowdler, Honeymoon for One

I kiss her, sinking down beside her, mouth hungry for something only she can give. Marie Rutkoski, The Hollow Heart

Ten million years from now, bathed in the radiation of a time without time, are the bones of a girl who loved Ryann Bird. K. Ancrum, The Weight of the Stars

Delphine has a gentle touch. Her fingertips skate over Mera’s palm, tracing the lines on her skin. Thumb on the underside of Mera’s hand, rubbing over her knuckles. Rebecca Barrow, in Fools in Love

Priya did splinter, when she felt Malini’s mouth against her; when she felt those long, elegant fingers, and Malini’s voice against her skin, loving and lovingly cruel by turns. Tasha Suri, The Oleander Sword

And I fell in love with the way the sun touched your legs in the morning, how they draped over mine. No photograph would be enough to contain the memory I have of falling in love with you over and over again. Courtney Peppernell, I Hope You Stay

“Hey, hey,” Violet said softly, taking Aster’s face in her hands. Aster’s breath hitched at the sudden contact, but something stilled her normal instinct to flinch away, Violet’s cool touch soothing her. Charlotte Nicole Davis, The Sisters of Reckoning

I nod, unable to control the goofy smile that spreads across my face. She jumps out of her seat, takes my face in her hands, and kisses me. Négar Djavadi, Disoriental

I grasp the edges of her like a wave does the rim of coastal rocks, touching her with burning hands, marvelling at her shape, her otherness. The back of her neck, the small of her back, her waist. And for the first time she lets me; she touches me, too. Erin Gough

Then she laid her face against Lane’s throat, and with her fingertips touching Lane’s face, she said in a muffled whisper, “Why must you be so very beautiful.” After a moment Lane said, “For you,” and she kissed Diana’s fingers. Katherine V. Forrest, Curious Wine

Pain flashed through my body when the impact jarred my ribs, but it just made me feel even more alive. There was metal on one side of me and stars on the other, while she pressed against me and seared me from the inside out. Jacqueline Koyanagi, Ascension

They didn’t hug, they didn’t kiss, they barely touched, but to Seri there was always a promise of something in those interactions. A potential and a possibility—something that thrilled her as much as it terrified her. Elisa A. Bonnin, Dauntless

She likes Bella’s hands on her face. It makes her throat tighten, to realize how much she likes it. Bella’s hands are firm and focused. Marie Rutkoski, Real Easy

You kiss her face, her lips, her hair. You taste the blood on them. You taste the sweat, the fear, the desperation, the hope. Neon Yang, Waiting on a Bright Moon

This is the part where she’s supposed to realize she’s too close and pull away from me, turn her back, and pretend to go to sleep. But instead, she shifts again, and her stomach grazes mine. I can feel her shake against me. Brooke Lauren Davis, The Hollow Inside

I’d weather storms and gales to return to her, my soul, my only. Julia Drake, The Last True Poets of the Sea

Viola wanted to reach across the table and brush the sugar from the corner of the other girl’s mouth, but she wrapped her fingers in her skirts and held herself back instead. Lisa Maxwell, The Devil's Thief