All of it. All of it. Her telling him that she wanted to kiss him and hold him and let him do anything he wanted with her. Him telling her that he wanted to find every sensitive spot on her body; make slow, sweet love to her and sing her to sleep afterward. All of it.

I don't think I could stand it if you broke my heart.

It'd be ... other way 'round ...

In the midst of the riot of emotions surging through him, he finds one certainty. "I am going to kiss you the next time I get you alone," he says. "You know that, don't you?"