“I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”

“Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together.I am not afraid, he said to himself."I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”

“One thing I know, whispered Savannah, is that if he was quiet, and you were quiet, and neither of you minded it, then you are in love.”

“I don’t want to love you,” I forced out through the thickness in my throat.“God, I hope you do, because you own me completely,” he whispered.”

“I know you love me. I love you, I always will, but things can't hold like this. They have to break. You say you don't mind, that you will wait for me, but I think that you do mind, and you should. Because we've done too much waiting in our lives, Xander. Don't wait for me anymore. I hope for love for you.I hope for this more than anything else, maybe even more than my own happiness. And in a way, perhaps that means I love Xander best of all.”

“I love you, Bud," he whispered to Billy and two more tears escaped."I love you too, Mitch," Billy whispered back, my breath hitched and both males' eyes came to me.I waved my wineglass at them and murmured, "Don't mind me. Have your moment."Mitch leaned back, letting Billy go and grinning at me. "Men don't have moments.""You do," I returned. "I'm witnessing one.""This isn't a moment, honey, it's a meeting of the minds," Mitch contradicted me.”