“Ava, why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?”

“But tell me, Mays, why is it that all I can fucking think about is you? Why am I so eager to take another guy's head off for touching you? Why is it when I lay in bed at night I wish it was you there beside me?”

“Ava, the sexual tension batting between you and that man was so fucking super charged, even I was horny!”

“I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.”

“Cards on the table, Ava. No fucking about, no more drunken confessions and no more holding out on me, Do you understand?”

“I hate you,” I declared.“You don’t.”“I do.”“Okay, maybe whoever this new Ava is does but she’s a bitch and I don’t give a fuck if she hates me. The old Ava doesn’t hate me and she’s in there somewhere, I saw her five minutes ago and that’s who I'm keeping safe.”