His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

Chicks before dicks, and all that.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.

I can let you in, Eva. I’m trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can’t stand feeling like any moment I’m going to do or say something wrong and you’re going to bolt.

My domineering lover made no apologies for his caveman tendencies.

..nothing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I’m no saint.

I've never worked so hard for anything in my life as I have for you.