" 'Kiss me a little.'
'I do not know how.'
'Just kiss me.'
She kissed him on the cheek.
'No'
'Where do the noses go? I always wondered where the noses would go.'
'Look, turn thy head,' and then their mouths were tight together and she lay close pressed against him and her mouth opened a little gradually and then, suddently, holding her against him, he was happier then he had ever been, lightly, lovingly, exultingly, inner happy and unthinking and untired and unworried and only feeling a great delight and he said, 'My little rabbit. My darling. My sweet. My long lovely.'
They lay there and he felt her heart beating against his and with the side of his foot he stroked very lightly against the side of hers."

                                                                          --For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway