"I'll never get tired of you," he told her, and in that moment he really did mean it, despite his tendencies to be inept at monogamy. For now, he really couldn't imagine ever being bored of her. And he hoped to keep it that way.
He moved gently with her, a complete contrast to their hard fucking in Gatsby's study. This was definitely making love. And her words were both beautiful and a little painful. Because he wanted to promise her, but- it would have sounded so terribly insincere. Instead, he smiled at her, and pressed another soft kiss to her lips. "So do I," he told her instead, since it was much more honest.