How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?

He breathed out, not quite a laugh or a sob.
"God, yes. Bianca, I love you so much. Even if I never see you again, even if we walk out of here into an ambush you set up with your parents,
I am always going to love you.

He's the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I'll never let you leave me?

Don't foist your body image issues on me, mate. I'm sexy. When I want a six pack, I go to the liquor store.

Not you. I love any touch from
you. It feels caring, and I want that. I want so much for you to care for me.