They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you. - Suzanne Collins

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

"You have a... remarkable memory."
"I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention."

"I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs."