“For letting me remind you.”

“I love it. Reminds me of you." "It reminds me of a man I don't like." I never want to hear it again. "I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone. "My arse is dead.”

“You need reminding.”

“Don't you want to fall into bed and let me pay special attention to you all day?”

“That's your problem, Jesse. You want to fix things by distracting me with your touch instead of talking to me and giving me some answers. I can't let that happen again.”

“Does someone need a reminder?”

“I'm going to make you happy for the rest of my life, baby. Lets dance.”