“It's over. Go home."His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
“I'm done, Travis." He winced. "Don't say that." "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.”
“It's over. Go home.You're my home.”
“From this day forward, you won’t walk alone. My heart will be your shelter and my arms will be your home.”
“It hasn’t seemed like home since you left,” he said, kissing my lips.”