“I'm yours," she said, but then added, "only yours. And you're mine, only mine.”
“I love you, Miracle," he whispered. "You're mine," he said, inching his way forward a bit more, "and i'm yours," he added, moving further in. "Forever.”
“I'm protecting what's mine." ..."I'm not yours," I said. "You're welcome to think that but it doesn't change the fact that you are.”
“You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.”
“You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.”
“You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.”