“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”
“Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here”
“God, I miss you. I love you so much, Natalie, and when I get home I’m going to keep loving you until you tell me to stop. But don’t, please. Don’t tell me to stop. I love you.With everything.- Ry.”
“Kyle looked at the car floor. “Livia, if you’ve ever loved me, even a little, you’ll take me away from here. Please, I’m begging you.”
“Please tell me you did not bring me out here so you could tell me a very boring story about your sister.”
“Rough or gentle? Tell me how you want me to love you.""Rough, please Jaxon, love me rough!”