“I don’t want to ache for you when you can’t be with me!”
“I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.”
“I wish I could just fling myself into bed with you, but I can’t. I don’t want to be used that way and I don’t want to use you! Can’t you understand that?”
“I can’t stop thinking about doing this to you,” he whispers, so quietly I can barely hear him. “Tell me to stop now if you don’t want this. If you don’t want me.”
“I want you, I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.”
“I want you so attached you can’t imagine a life without me. I don’t give a fuck if that’s selfish, that’s what I want because, Abby, you must know, I already can’t imagine life without you.”