“Well, this is the second time you’ve had your hand around my throat, pinning me in place, and add in the fact that you told me that this isn’t over and I shouldn’t have come back, yada yada, I’m assuming you still want revenge for what happened,” I deduce. “Damn fucking straight I do,”
“Well, come on then, biker boy, do your fucking worst,”

“Don’t presume to know what I want, pretty girl ,” he says,

‘When you love someone, you’ll do anything for them.”