“As soon as the words slip past my lips, I wish I could grab them with my hands and crush them in my fists.But I can’t.The words are there.”

“If I could retrieve my words I would, grab them out of the sky and hide them where they can't be seen.”

“I wish I could catch the words and reel them back in my mouth to safely store away in my Shut the Hell Up, You Idiot file.”

“I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist.”

“He grabs my hands and lifts them up in the air. I grip the railing on the top of the bed."Don’t move those hands," he whispers into my nape. I nod and lick my lips. I'm on my tiptoes. My breath is catching and coming out spurts of rough air. His hands run down my arms. I shiver and pant. His lips brush the back of my neck. He sweeps my hair to one side, kissing down my shoulder blade. Heat and nerves battle low in my belly as his hands grip my hips, pulling me back to him."Don't let go of that railing, Sarah." His words are growled between kisses and licks. I hear the menacing threat in them.”

“There are words in my life that I wish I'd never said. I wish I'd never told my wife that I loved her, because then I had to line up all my actions with those words. I had to always act like that was true. And those three words, I love you, should never be used if you don't mean them. My lying has meant I will never get to use them on anyone else. I went against my own truth, my own heart, and there is really no coming back from that.”