“Don't do this to us." He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. "You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done".”

“Annika--""I don't want this to be the end." she croaked."Why?""Why?" he repeated, his voice as hoarse as hers."Because I'm afraid of losing you." She stared into his eyes, made sure he understood how much this meant to her."And I've never been afraid of anything, so this must mean something."~Creed/Annika”

“Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.”

“You don't say, 'I've done it!' You come, with a kind of horrible desperation, to realize that this will do.”

“Tonight," he whispered, his voice hoarse and hot in her ear, "I will make you mine."-Simon to Daphne”

“That would do the trick," he said hoarsely. "Jesus, Harper, I don't understand why we don't have guys following us from town to town just to watch you do that." "Because I've never done it for anyone but you," I said. "You don't think I'd say something like that to anyone else, do you?""Please," he said. "Please do that for me. And no one else.”