“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.”

“what did you hear? I whisper. He turns around and whispers back. Two people whispering.”

“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.”