“But I hurt you." His voice grows quiet. "I wish that I hadn't.”
“I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.”
“There was nothing I wished I'd said to him. There was nothing I wished I hadn't said.”
“I would give,” he said, his voice rough, “everything I am to keep you from being hurt.”
“I see it in his eyes, he has eyes you can see everything in, and I say, "Morgan," my voice as quiet as the ghost I am supposed to be.”
“You think way too much of your dick.""So do you," he replied with a smile. And God damn it. I wished I hadn't been staring at his crotch right then.”