You can’t figure out why I’m mad? How about because I had my tongue between your legs two days ago, or the fact we both almost overdosed on orgasms, or maybe it’s because I got...

I’m waiting for you to fucking demand it of me. I don’t want you to ask, and I sure as hell don’t want you to beg. I want you to fucking demand that I kiss...

First, I’m not pestering you. I’m trying to make it clear that I want to fuck you into oblivion. Second, there is no other woman that I’m interested in. Clear enough for you?

Don’t wear anything under this. I want to be on that stage, looking down at you, and knowing that you’re bare underneath. Knowing that I could walk up behind you if I wanted and within...

I lucked out when I met you.

I’m just saying love has a lot to do with the power of forgiveness.