The Night Circus - Pg 297

   They stand entwined but not touching, their heads tilted toward each other. Lips frozen in the moment before (or after) the kiss.
   Though you watch them for some time they do not move. No stirring of fingertips or eyelashes. No indication that they are even breathing.
   "They cannot be real," someone nearby remarks.
   Many patrons only glance at them before moving on, but the longer you watch, the more you can detect the subtlest of motions. The change in the curve of a hand as it hovers near an arm. The shifting angle of a perfectly balanced leg. Each of them always gravitating toward the other.
   Yet still they do not touch.