She was whispering his name, but it no longer made any difference.

She whispered his name, and it fell without answer in the still night.

He could feel something, a very small presence that seemed to whisper his name.

But as he moved from her, she whispered his name.

When she whispered his name, he did not seem to hear.

Several times he whispered her name, but received no answer.

I whispered her name under my breath, but he heard me.

She whispered his name and he could not refuse her.

She whispered his name, her breath hot against him, and he was lost.

"I have to study," she said, trying to remember the last time she'd heard a man whisper her name in the dark.