“Put your hand over my heart.”

“Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.”

“Ava, you're driving like Miss Daisy. Will you put your foot down?”

“I want the woman with me who keeps my heart beating.”

“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.”

“You're so handsome." I mumble dreamily, as he starts working the cream over every inch of my back. "I think I'll keep you forever.”

“Steve, you want to be thanking all that's fucking holy I've got my girl in my arms, because if I didn't, the cleaners would be scooping up your remains for a fucking year.”