personal jesus (i'll make you a believer)

“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep myself from you, Rey.”

She inclined her chin and attempted to beckon to him with her eyes, for she wanted him so desperately she thought that maybe he could see it in her face.

“Are you afraid of that?”

“Perhaps. A little.”

“You needn’t be. I’m not afraid.”

“What are you, then?”

“Exhilarated. Eager. Maybe a little sinful…but aren’t we all in some way, Father?”