he lay on the bed , on top of the blankets and bedspread . i cant believe any of the things im hearing , said roger , looking down at the floor . paw poured coal oil on the hill and set a match to it . but i wo n't drown in self-love either . i looked to his smile , then back to his eyes that were warm and tender and beautiful and also smiling and kept whispering , `` and again . '' i really think she wants to stay . 