“I love you." she whispered into the rough wool of his sweater.”
“Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slip-over jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy's. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.”
“I love you," he finally whispered. She leaned forward and touched his face. "I know. And I love you, too.”
“It's too late," she said."Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.”
“Do you like being teased?" I whispered."I enjoy previews," he said, the words confident, but his voice rough with arousal. -Merit and Ethan”
“You want it rough and raw,” he rasped in a low whisper. “I’ll give you that, love. I’ll give you the fucking world.”