I love you." she whispered into the rough wool of his sweater.

“So," dark Susurre said quietly, "if you follow the curve... in a way your Damon…”

“And then the swelling thing burst.There was, to Damon, a palpable if not audibl…”

“Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?”

“Okay, so she is crazy. I don’t care. I think I love her.”