“He's still Jesse.”
“How old are you, Jesse?”
“Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.”
“Damn you, Jesse Ward, of an age I don't know!”
“I am confident, because you said yes. Or was it....." He looks up to the ceiling in deep thought and then back at me. "Oh, I remember. It was...yes, yes, yes, fucking hell, yes!”
“Never Ava.All I need is you and for you to need me. Nothing else." Jesse”