" She traced the shape of those lips. They were damp and plush and too far away. “You have really nice lips. I missed them.” One side of them kicked up, his eyes opening. “Is that all you missed?” She couldn’t count on both hands everything she’d missed about Beau. About the Callahans, about Summer Harbor. "

― Denise Hunter , Falling Like Snowflakes (Summer Harbor, #1)