He pulls away, setting his forehead against hers instead. "This isn't a show." He whispers. "We shouldn't be letting people look on." `````````` Jason:
"What's to come." He says, looking back out at the sky.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights