“In my mind, the sexiest thing in the world is the feeling that you’re wanted.”

“The world did not have me in mind; it had no mind. It was a coincidental collection of things and people, of items, an I myself was one such item...the things in the world did not necessarily cause my overwhelming feelings; the feelings were inside me, beneath my skin, behind my ribs, withing my skull. They were even, to some extent, under my control.”

“Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.”

“You’re the sexiest, most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever seen.”“Aw, baby, you’re so sweet. But you don’t have to keep complimenting me because you’re so getting laid tonight.”

“All that doesn’t matter. All that stuff I did before was just sex. I told you, I don’t want to have sex with you. I want to do more. You deserve so much more. More than me anyway.”“What if I don’t want more? What if I just want you?” All of my feelings and frustrations had finally spilled out of my mouth.“I take it back. That was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“I’ve learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that you’re with me, even when you’re not by my side.”