You're a dream. Like everything else.

“Please," she murmured at her burger, her voice no more than a squeaky whisper, …”

“The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.”

“I can't help it that I'm susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It'…”

“Words, Isobel, have always held the dangerous power to conjure things into bein…”