‘I won’t be perfect,’ Joseph says, and there are tears in his eyes now. ‘Joseph, stop,’ Jane says, and suddenly they’re closer, thigh to thigh, both hands twining together. ‘I don’t want you to be perfect. Why would I want that? I want you. I want all the parts of you, the broken ones, the ones you’ve kept hidden away.’ She untangles one hand from his and lifts it to his cheek, and his eyes snap to hers, full of hope. ‘That’s love, isn’t it?’ she whispers. ‘Or that’s how I love you, anyway. I’m greedy. I want all of you.’
