“I will desist;...But there is something glows upon my cheek,And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.”
“But it’s mine,” he whispered against my cheek and then his mouth moved to my ear. “All, fuckin’, mine.”
“There was something romantic about all of it, in the way he cradled my cheek when his mouth returned to mine and whispered my name like I was some kind of mystery he’d never be able to figure out.”
“Mine," she whispered in his ear. "All mine. Say it, Tommy.""Kira, I...""Say it. Please, Tommy.""Yours, Kira. All yours" he whispered...”
“I said, Well, looks like he's pretty ornery. I wonder where he gets it?"Jack just shrugged and kissed my cheek, and then whispered in my ear, He gets it from his mother.”
“My heart will not beat again until my sight rests upon your emerald eyes,” he whispered into my ear.”