“It's one thing," she said angrily, "to enter into a false arrangment in the pursuit of our own interests. But this-Cyrus, this wouldn't be false, and it would complicate everything. What were you going to do? If I kissed you? What would come next?"
"I would marry you," he said, stepping closer again, coming dangerously within reach. "I'd marry you tomorrow. And then I'd take you to bed. For weeks.”