“I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.”

“I’m going to make you so hard, I’m going to get you so wound up, I’m going to turn you on so much, that all I’ll have to do is touch you with one finger to make you come.”“Fuck!”

“Ah, and you go, do something as enchanting as shivering and almost break my resolve.”

“I’m going, and don’t you dare try to stop me.”I ran through the door, willing myself to make it downstairs before I started to cry.”

“Does anybody know how to hold my heartHow to hold my heart?'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go too soonI want to tell you so before the sun goes darkHow to hold my heart'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go of you”

“I’m going to walk over to you,” I say, taking one step at a time in her direction like I’m talking down a jumper. “I’m going to put my arms around you and I’m going to hold you,” I pause before taking the last step, “and you’re going to let me.”