Bloody hell, sweetheart. You have any idea what you've done to me? Spent weeks convincing myself I couldn't stand you, when the truth is I couldn't stand how badly I wanted you. Every time you walked into a room, I had to remind myself to look away. Every time you smiled at someone else, I wished it was me. I thought being a cold bastard would make these feelings disappear. Didn't work, did it? So I'm done running, love. I want you. All of you. And if you'll give me a chance, I'll spend every bloody day making up for how I've treated you. Just say the word, sweetheart, and I'm yours.