“Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.”
“Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered."He stared at me with disbelief. [...]"Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.”
“Did we make love today, Slate?”“We fucked baby. That is what you and I do. We fuck. And today we did it damn well.”
“I love you Garrett.”“I love you too,” he laughed. “God, I fucking love you.”
“I love you, Charlie," I say. "I fucking love you so much.”
“Baby? I am not a baby.”“No, I know. It’s…a term of endearment. It’s like ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’. It just means I love you.”“If you say so, but it is strange, to call the woman you love as a baby. But then, Americans are strange.”