“It’s always you and me.” I nodded again and felt my lips quivering. He kept whispering, “Always me and my Sylvie, yeah?” “Yeah,” I whispered.”
“You,” he whispered, “in my bed.”… “Yeah,” I whispered back. “With you.”
“He caressed my cheek."You came for me," I whispered."Always," he told me.”
“Come on Josie." He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I really want you there.""Yeah?" I asked, slamming my locker shut. "And do you always get what you want?""Yes," he said.”
“I'll go gentle, baby," he whispered against my lips. "I promise. You'll always be safe with me."Oh. My."Mitch," I breathed.His soulful eyes held mine captive as he repeated firmly, "Always.”
“Why do we always fight?” she whispered.“You know why.” Yeah, she did. “It’s science.” “Combustible chemistry,” he agreed. “Dangerous.”