“I don't mind being your God.”

“Do I still qualify as your God?”

“your arrogant God wants to spend the rest of his life smothering you with his love and his body." Jesse”

“No, you're a child because of the way you eat peanut butter. No one over the age of ten should finger dip jars and as I'm being kept in the dark over your age, I assume that you are over ten.”

“God!” I scream.“No, baby, that’s me”

“No!” I push him away from me. “You’re not manipulating me with your delicious Godliness!”He grins that roguish grin. “You think I’m a God?”I huff, turning back to the mirror. His head is expanding at a rate so fast, I might be forced to jump out the bathroom window before I’m squashed against a wall.”

“No fucking about. I want inside you now. You fuck about, I swear to God...’ He’s deadly serious.”