Diana Gabaldon. Stranger (№ 395988)

- Oh, Jamie, I fucking love you!
And then it was his turn to laugh. He was bent almost in half, and then sat on the curb, overwhelmed with joy. Slow motion leaned back and lay down in the tall grass, gasping and squealing with laughter.
- What's wrong with you? - I stared at him.
After a laugh, he sat up and wiped his eyes. Breathing rapidly, he shook his head.
- Murtagh was right about women. Anglichanok for you I risked my life, I committed theft, arson and assault, and even killed a man. As a reward you will swear to me, humiliating my manhood kicked in the balls and scratched my face. Then I beat you half to death and told you about the most humiliating things for me, what ever happened to me, and you say you love me.