"Don't you want me, Gerry?" I asked her, taking her chin in my grip and tugging so that she was forced to meet my gaze. “Hunger for me? Ache for me in the dead of night and think about me all the damn time? Because that's how I feel about you. And I'm fed up of chasing around and trying to act like you're not all that I want. I can't believe that you don't feel the same."
