…With a laugh, I waved the spellbook, just out of reach. He grinned and grabbed for the book, but I whisked it away, nearly falling backward. He lunged for it. As his face came to mine, he paused and blinked. I knew what he was thinking. and I knew he wouldn’t do it. So I did. I lifted my mouth to his and kissed him…
— Dime store magic, by Kelley Armstrong
