“Take me, honey, I’m yours”
“Hi honey, I’m home! Take your pants off!” Wesley announced. He kissed my cheek as he passed me and put his lunch container in the sink.”
“Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.”“You’re not?”
“Honey, no matter where you are, I’m with you.When the breeze brushes your cheek, that’s me.When the stars sparkle and shine, that’s me.When the tulips bloom in the spring, that’s me.”The little things.She’s there,in the little things.”
“Killing me won't bring back your goddamn honey!”
“Use your safe word if you get scared, honey.”“I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky.“Yes, you are, aren’t you?”