" Tell me, angel. What do you want for Christmas that only I can give you?” She sighs, the sound going straight to my dick. I want her here, naked and wrapped all around me. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” Now my curiosity is piqued. “Definitely.” “I want—love. Real, ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love, "

― Monica Murphy , Slow Play (The Rules, #3)