“In my sleepiness I heard him whisper, "I'm in love with you.”

“I heard him whisper, "Eíste pánta mou..."You are my everything.”

“Then I whispered, “I love you, my Lahn,” and heard the swift hiss of his intake of breath. Then he buried his face in my neck and whispered back, “Loot kay hansahnalay na, my Circe.” And I love you, my Circe.”

“Ssh," he almost whisperes. "I heard you Serena." He snakes his arm around my back and rougly pulls me into him. "I get that I scare you and that you don't really like me. I understand that's how you feel, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to accept it.”

“I love the way you feel Ella." He says in my mouth"I love the way you taste." He whispers against my breasts and gently licks one of my nipples."I love the way you smell." He murmurs into my neck, inhailing behind my ear."I love the way you look at me when i'm inside you" he whispers against my lips the same time he grinds into me.”

“Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes.'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head.'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.”