“What is the word for this kind of underwear? Boxings? Something like that? I cannot think of it.”“Boxings? Oh, god, Rania. That’s funny. Boxers. They’re called boxers, sweetheart.”

“I am not Sabah. I am Rania. And I feel.”“Good. No more Sabah. Only Rania.”

“… when you feel that kind of all-consuming need for someone, a person you’d do fucking anything for, no matter what? They’re in your fucking skin, in your soul, like the essence of who they are is imprinted on you so completely like the very air you breathe… That’s love.”

“Such awful timing. There’s a dead man in the bathroom, and I’m trying not to kiss Rania. What the fuck is wrong with you, Hunter?”

“I will always love you. You saved me, Rania.”“No, you saved me.”“We saved each other, then,”

“Hunter touches my cheek, kisses my chin. "I will always love you. You saved me, Rania."I shake my head. "No, you have saved me,""We have saved each other then," he says.”

“I cry, because I know what I felt from him, even if I cannot and dare not allow it be named.”