“I'm done, Travis." He winced. "Don't say that." "It's over. Go home." His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
“It's over. Go home."His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
“I’m done, Travis.”“Don’t say that.”“It’s over. Go home.”“You’re my home.”
“I'm not your anything," I snapped, glaring up at him. His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. "You're my everything.”
“It's over. Go home.You're my home.”
“I should say no to prove a point", He said, his eyebrows pulled together. "But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again" - Travis”