" Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his. His mouth was so still, so warm and perfect. Her closed eyes filled with dampness as she lingered over the sensation of touching his lips with hers.
It felt like saying goodbye to a man she had never met and could barely acknowledge to herself that she had truly wanted to.
Then he moved.
He moved. "

― Thea Harrison , Lionheart (Moonshadow, #3)