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

“He disregards my opinions and wishes at every turn, with his neurotic, challenging ways, and now I fear I’m becoming neurotic and challenging as well. He brings out the worst in me, and I know damn well I bring out the worst in him.”

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

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

“No, you're not." He sounds very confident. "Ava, you've found out the worst about me and not run a mile. Well, you did, but you came back." He kisses my forehead. "Do you honestly think I'm bothered about my age?”

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

“That's better." He looks at me and smiles. "It's easier to handle if you're not pussy footing around on the power.”