“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t say anything you’ll regret in the morning.” His voice was a low snarl. “Sometimes when I lay awake in the middle of the night, I think of you.” “Don’t…” “Sometimes there is nothing left and all that’s anchoring me here is knowing you’ll pick a fight with me in the morning.” “Hugh...” “What do you want more than anything? Tell me what it is, and I’ll rip the world apart to bring it to you.”
