This has to be my favorite thing.

When you find someone who approaches kissing the same way you do, you get butterflies thinking about doing it again. There really isn’t enough kissing for my liking.

You’d think hitting your 30s would mean you’re over that teenage can’t-stop-making-out phase. Not the case. Not at all.

I don’t know what it is about it that I love so much. It’s such a sensitive area you can feel everything. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable and intimate with someone else. It’s just the best thing ever.

Maybe that’s why I enjoy historical romance novels so much. They build up to the kiss, take their time and make it linger. Of course it helps that they get to the sex part too but because they are about a different time the rules where different. Even kisses were considered more important than today.

Kiss the one you love xx