If you don't open up, we're going to lose each other down the road

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

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.

He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.

I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.

Even she agreed that a woman had a right to chocolate.