“He's like a bad penny, isn't he?”

“No, it's the way he looks at you, like you're the centre of his universe.”

“Better?" he asks as he looks up at me. "I'm sorry. For everything, Ava.”

“Well, he doesn't fall out of bed and wrap his lips around a bottle of vodka, does he?”

“He's still Jesse.”

“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 are more than welcome." he winks. "Nothing stands in the way now, does it?”