Summary:

Before you leave my hotel room, I have to keep myself from falling at your knees and repeating thank you thank you thank you.
God, I love the way you take me apart. Can you tell how badly I need your touch? Nothing has ever come close to the way that it is with you.
When we get together, there is always a moment before we even touch. We make small talk or even just look at each other. Can you tell how badly I am aching for you to touch me? Is it obvious that I am nearly shaking with restraint, from having to force myself from not reaching out the second I see you?

or Shane decides to write down all his feelings instead of talking to Ilya.