“I want you to choose me, Addie,” he whispers. “I want this to be real.”

“Do you want me to stop?" he whispered. "If you seriously want me to stop-""No," I whispered. "Do you want me to go slow?"I shook my head. Negative."I don't want to hurt you." I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply and passionately.”

“I want you," he whispered. "I've never wanted anything like I want you.”

“Tell me that you want me.” He whispered.“I want you.” Always.“Only me?” “Only you.” Had there ever been anyone else?”

“I want to make you happy. I want to give you the wolrd. I want you to be proud of me. I want to comfort you. I want you to comfort me. I want to hold you when your scared. I want you to hold me when I'm scared. I want to make you laugh. I want to make you blush." Leaning in, he whispered, "I want to make you scream.”

“Don’t you want to touch me? I whispered. More than I want to breathe.”