“I’ve tried to get myself to think of you that way, and when you’re not in my presence, it’s easy to write you off as Matt Jackson’s little brother. But I can’t when we’re in the same room sharing the same air. I can’t when you’re two feet in front of me, and all I want to do is reach for you. Touch you. Kiss you.” “Then what was all the overprotective shit you pulled that night in Tampa with all the drugs and groupie bullshit?” “That wasn’t me trying to protect you. That was me wanting to claim you.”
