“God, he’s such a cocky, arrogant bastard at times. And I totally fancy him. No I don’t.Yes, I do.No. I. Don’t.Ah fuck.”
“No fucking about. I want inside you now. You fuck about, I swear to God...’ He’s deadly serious.”
“I love him. He’s not just a star, he’s the whole fucking sky to me.”
“I really need to break him of the bad language habit he’s developing at a rapid pace, but who am I to talk? I curse all the fucking time.”
“I adore him," she said. "I feel compassion for him because he's totally fucked up.”
“Honestly, I don’t quite know how we got to this point. I hated him on sight. I did this only for the money. I thought he was a fucked up mess. I still think he’s a fucked up mess. But so am I. And he’s so beautiful, so thoughtful, so vulnerable. We can be a mess together. I want to heal him. I know I can heal him.”