“I don't want to be pencilled in anywhere, pencil can be erased.”

“Because, Ava, it's in my past where I want it to stay. I don't want anything affecting my future.”

“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.”

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

“Do they want to keep me in a glass box so nothing and no one can hurt me?”

“I can’t answer that, Ava, because I’ve never wanted anything enough to pursue it so relentlessly. Not like I wanted you.”

“I don't mind being your God.”