“Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.”
“Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop; not me.”
“Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.”
“If my house is on fire, I don't need the fire chief telling me I should not have built the house out of wood. I need somebody to put the fire out.”
“Look at me and tell me you don't want me to kiss you. Tell me you don't like it when I do this," he said, running his hand down my arm. "Tell me you don't like it when I touch your face." HE brushed his hands on both of my cheeks, moving up to my forehead and then back down. HE rubbed both thumbs over my lips. "Tell me you don't like it when I do this." He leaned hisjead closer, stopping just short of my lips. "Tell me to stop and I will. You're in charge, Missy.”
“tell me to stop and i will”