“I'd heard about people falling in love, and I'd heard about lust. What I had never heard about was this all-consuming need to be inside another human being. I felt this desperate compulsion to become one with him. This was desire. This was to crave. This was what if felt like to want.”

“He tries to remind himself that there is no reason he should feel guilty about being bound by one woman who is becoming entranced by another.”

“I've been stimulated and made love to, but never have I craved the darkness that I witnessed in him.”

“What do you think Gemma? Do you like being painted this way?" All I can think is that being painted by him feels a lot like being fucked by him, but he already knows that.”

“I'm going crazy. I want this man to posess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.”

“I need a suit of armor and the courage to stand behind my convictions to fight for what I want.”

“I'm more annoyed than I probably should be, but all i can think about is the fact that she's here again. She's always here. "Because, Gemma, this is us." he explains in a voice that's now become somewhat detached. "We are three. Can't you see that? Just like any moment of beauty, we're all working in synchronicity to find that elusive moment, like that moment you and I found out in the vineyard...with her.”