Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw | Tracker 1.12
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And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon…Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington. And it was glorious.
His lips touched hers softly at first, not because he was trying to be gentle, although if he’d had the presence of mind to think about such thing, it probably would have occurred to him that this was her first kiss, and it ought to be reverent and beautiful and all the things a girl dreams about as she’s lying in bed at night.
But in all truth, none of that was on Colin’s mind. In fact, he was thinking of quite little. His kiss was soft and gentle because he was still so surprised that he was kissing her. He’d known her for years, had never even thought about touching his lips to hers. And now he couldn’t have let her go if the fires of hell were licking his toes. He could barely believe what he was doing-or that he wanted to do it so damned much.
It wasn’t the sort of kiss one initiates because one is overcome with passion or emotion or anger or desire. It was a slower thing, a learning experience-for Colin just as much as Penelope. And he was learning that everything he thought he’d known about kissing was rubbish. Everything else had been mere lips and tongue and softly murmured but meaningless words.
This was a kiss. - Romancing Mister Bridgerton
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“Would- Would you kiss me? It won’t mean a thing,” she said. “I promise you, it won’t mean anything, and I’d never expect anything from you because of it, but I could die tomorrow and-"
“What?” Her eyes looked huge, and meltingly dark, and pleading and…He could feel his resolve melting away.
"I could die tomorrow and-" “You’re not going to die tomorrow!” he somehow managed to get out. “But I could! I could, and it would kill me because-" "You’d already be dead,” he said, thinking his voice sounded rather strange and disembodied.
“I don’t want to die without ever having been kissed,” she finally finished. And then Penelope did the one thing that could break his resolve in an instant. She looked up at him, deeply into his eyes, and uttered one, simple word.
“Please.” He was lost. There was something heartbreaking in the way she was gazing at him, as if she might die if he didn’t kiss her. Not from heartbreak, not from embarrassment- it was almost as if she needed him for nourishment, to feed her soul, to fill her heart.
And Colin couldn’t remember anyone else never needing him with such fervor. It humbled him. It made him want her with an intensity that nearly buckled his knees. - Romancing Mister Bridgerton
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THE MARVELS (2023) —
dir. Nia da Costa.
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