There's No Place Like Home

I see us in a million montages-you and me, Ava, in a million vignettes. Visions of us. You are beneath me. You stare up at me. You gaze, lovingly, into my eyes, and you do not look away as you come apart. I see this moment, over and over and over again... You whisper something, as the shudders wrack you, yet the words you whisper are lost to me. I want those words-they mean everything. What is it you whisper in the moment of our most intimate completion? My name, surely. What is it you whis...