This girl said "Yes" when I wasn't ready. I kissed her lightly and got so dizzy I had to sit down.
One of my favorite stories is my first kissing scene with Linda Gray.
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
When we fall in love and we have a first kiss with someone, we never ever imagine that someday that could be a last kiss.
I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.
There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.
I waited for my first kiss.
We sat and kissed and kissed until our lips were bloody. I could have gone on kissing her for a year.