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She kisses in a way that makes me think, in the middle of kissing her, that if I hadn’t done this, I’d walk around for the rest of my life with some kind of regret whose origins I could never entirely place. Mary McCoy, Indestructible Object

I always feel like I have to prove I’m like other women, but in the dream I didn’t feel that way. I’m not even sure I felt like a woman. Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

Roses aren’t any less beautiful because they don’t live long. No one looks at them and thinks, man, what a tragedy they’ll only be around for a little while. You just appreciate them while they’re there. Sophie Cameron, Out of the Blue

Mahit imagined it, civilization—humanity—blooming like tiny flowers, caught between mouths in the dark, lips that kissed and talked and built. Arkady Martine, A Desolation Called Peace

in this world the first girl i kiss i do not call her god i do not want so loud i morph into cannibal when i starve it is inaudible i leave my body alive Topaz Winters, So, Stranger

You listen to me, Gabrielle. I love you. I 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 you. I don’t always get you, but God, Brie, I wouldn’t trade you in for anything. Nicole Melleby, In the Role of Brie Hutchens...

But then the beautiful girl appears and she’s looking at Mera with such tenderness that Mera feels salt tears pool along her lashes. Rebecca Barrow, in Fools in Love

We kissed, there, underwater, and I ran my tongue along her sharp fish teeth until just a drop of blood found its way into her mouth. I liked to tease her. I liked when she was hungry. Margaret Killjoy, Into the Gray

“I want to kiss you.” “You are.” “Not there.” Anna Burke, Night Tide

I let her lead me onward, away from the heart of the city and all its violent delights. And if I hold her hand longer than is strictly necessary, well… let that be between me and God. Melissa Grey, Valiant Ladies

Her slender hands lay out along the table, palms turned up. Mary gathered them in her own hands and kissed them. Catherine Wells, The Beautiful House

Red’s eyes never left hers. But she kept her other hand braced over Shane’s heart, as if to hold her there—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. Red breathed out and Shane breathed in and the whole world hung on that moment, the tiny schism of that held breath. Leslie Vedder

But, as it turned out, all the time she had been waiting in secret for something or someone to hit her so hard that she would run out of breath, like the way a wave in a rough sea bowls you over, slams you into the sand, and nearly drowns you. Emma Morgan

“Kiara.” Her tears have stopped running, but I haven’t moved, and my name is a question. Hers is an answer and this is the first time I think that this all might have been worth it, Leila Mottley, Nightcrawling

my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me. Audre Lorde

I thought about this and said, “Yes, I’m devoted.” “Religious but not romantic?” “I want to serve her,” I said. “Is that romantic?” Rebecca Dinerstein Knight, Hex

“I think looking at a pretty girl is even better than kissing her,” said Bugbite. “The heart enjoys an expanse of possibilities.” Kelly Robson, High Times in the Low Parliament

Violet stood and glided up behind her, close enough that Aster could feel the heat of her breath on her neck, her knowing smile fading as she met Aster’s eye in the mirror. Charlotte Nicole Davis, The Sisters of Reckoning

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, Aster found herself thinking. Clementine looked up to her and so Aster had to set a good example for her. But Violet would have understood Aster’s anger, even if it wasn’t entirely fair. Charlotte Nicole Davis, The Sisters of Reckoning

It’s completely silent in the shop, so I hear every hitched breath and soft noise both of us make. I hear the way Tal’s shoes scuff the floor when she stretches her legs out, leans back onto the pillow behind her, and takes me with her. Maggie Horne