“Derek's voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. "That was making love, dirty style.”
“That was… I don’t even know what that was.” Derek’s voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. “That was making love, dirty style.”
“God's voice is usually nothing more than a whisper and you have to listen very carefully to hear it.”
“I love you Derek. I'm pretty sure I love you more than I have ever loved anyone.”
“What was venerated as style was nothing more than an imperfection or flaw that revealed the guilty hand.”
“Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.”