"In my whole life, Juliet, I never wanted anyone like I do right now." There's a moment where he hears himself, and he can so easily hear these words being the same words he'd employ in a con, trying to manipulate and charm. He knows how it must sound, but he hopes like hell that she knows he's being serious, he's authentic, and he's completely in awe as he looks at her.

He doesn't know where to touch first, and he wants to cradle her breasts in his hands. But what he wants more than anything is to kiss her, for her to know how much all of this means, how much she means to him.

So his hands come to rest against her hips, and he leans in close, hesitating only for a moment before he presses his lips to hers.