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

“That's your problem, Jesse. You want to fix things by distracting me with your touch instead of talking to me and giving me some answers. I can't let that happen again.”

“How old are you, 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.”

“Damn you, Jesse Ward, of an age I don't know!”

“Never Ava.All I need is you and for you to need me. Nothing else." Jesse”

“He's still Jesse.”