“Say it,Gregori," she bit out between clenched teeth. "I need to hear you say it."I am saying it, lifemate. Can you not hear me?”

“I am thinking about you, I say to her. Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I know," "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”

“Over and over I had to reassure her. “You hate me,” she would say. “Lori, I don’t hate you. I love you.” Finally it began to dawn on me. When she challenged me like that, she wasn’t making a statement. She was asking a question. And she needed to hear the answer. She needed to hear that I still accepted her. She needed to hear that I still cared for her. Over and over again she needed to hear me tell her that I loved her.”

“Alex," Madison says through clenched teeth, "if you keep talking in bumper stickers, I am going to stab you in the face.”

“Can you see me? Can you hear me? Does anything I say mean anything to you?”