We are totally dysfunctional.” “I prefer ‘selectively deviant’. But we’ll keep that to ourselves.

You’re my wife, Eva. I don’t care if anyone else knows it or not, I know it. And I want to come home to you, have coffee in the morning with you, zip up the back of your dresses, and unzip them at night.

Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.

If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

What’s a little calming distraction for your girlfriend in the midst of world entertainment domination?” “I’d stop the world from spinning for you.” That silly line oddly touched me. “I love you.” “Liked that one, did you?

I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through 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.

There's nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up.