" And I like being equal with her. With Chelsea. I like opening my eyes and watching her, learning a rhythm with her, our bodies in sync, my hands mapping her skin, learning just how to touch her to drive her wild. She's mine. She might not know it yet, but I can't stand the thought of letting her go. The nameless, faceless girls - they're the things of the past. Banished forever. I don't want to be with anyone else. I just want to be with her. "

― Monica Murphy , Four Years Later (One Week Girlfriend, #4)