Zane Patterson: "Helena, ask him: 'Do you want to be with me, or do you just want to sleep with me?'"
"Carter, do you want to be with me, or do you just want to sleep with me?"
"Helena, how could you ask that? Of course I want to be with you. You know you're so charming, so special... The first thing I think about when I wake up is you, and you're the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep. How could I possibly only want to sleep with you?
It's not that I don't want to commit to you. It's that I want to take it so seriously that I'm afraid to make promises lightly.
Helena, baby, can you understand how I feel?"
When Annelise Valentine heard this, a wave of nausea washed over her.
"Ugh—" She clapped a hand over her mouth and gagged.
Zane Patterson jumped and quickly turned his head. "Annelise? What's wrong?"
Annelise Valentine waved a hand dismissively. "It's nothing... Morning sickness. Or maybe I'm just grossed out by how greasy he is. I really can't take it..."
