" We hadn’t kissed more than a few times, and I had never kissed anyone but him, so each time was still a discovery. This time I found the edge of teeth, skimming, and the tip of a tongue; I found the slide of a knee between mine, and the weight of a hand at the back of my neck, urging me closer, further, faster. I didn’t breathe, didn’t want to take the time, and so I ended up gasping against the side of his neck before long, making him laugh.
“I’ll take that as a good sign,” he said.
“Don’t get cocky, Kereseth.”
I couldn’t keep myself from smiling. Lazmet--and whatever questions I had about my parentage--didn’t feel as close to me now. I was safe here, floating on a ship in the middle of nowhere, with Akos Kereseth. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)