“You,” he whispered, “in my bed.”… “Yeah,” I whispered back. “With you.”

“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're in deep with me, aren't you, baby?" I whispered my question just to confirm."Drowning." he whispered back.”

“You have no clue," he whispered."No clue about what?" I whispered back."What you handed me last night."I took in a deep breath and asked softly, "What did I hand you, honey?""What's lyin' in that bed."That was when I stopped breathing."I claimed it," he went on. "But last night you gave it to me. Gift's given, no takin' it back. You get that, Tyra?""I think so," I whispered."Get that, baby, it's important.”

“I’m gonna take care of you,” Sam whispered against my lips. “Okay,” I whispered back.”

“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.”

“You and me are both in my bed, no one's asleep, no one's delirious, I think we should take advantage of that."My eyes got wide as my body reacted strongly to his suggestion and it was a positive reaction."Mindy's downstairs," I whispered and he grinned, his face getting even closer."Not gonna fuck you, honey, just fool around," he whispered back"Max-""Shut up and kiss me, Duchess.""Max!""All right, I'll kiss you.”