“It wasn't a game," Cash whispered. "Not to me.”

“You are a universe,” he reverentially whispered, and then his game began. A game of pushing me to the brink, of building the anticipation... and leaving me stranded in the midst of it.”

“And when we are both satisfied and breathing heavily, Cash lays his forehead against mine and whispers, “Home.”I think to myself that this is the very moment when I’m lost. Lost to Cash. Forever.”

“This was the first one who watched me, listened, and got it. And walked out. Not because she wasn't interested. Not because she was playing a game. It was because she understood me. She was the only one.”

“Como un angel," I whisper."Is our game over?" she asks nervously."It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.”

“I wasn't just kissing you. I was also whispering in your mouth.”