How we cite our quotes:
He's a machine, I though. Human, but a machine behind that. […] We made love three times that night, each time responding to the slow, sweet imperatives of touch and warmth and closeness. (5.806)
Johnny's not just a machine, he's a love machine. This is a little weird to us. If sex isn't human, then what is?
Everything Johnny Keats ever was or would be exploded into me; almost, almost it was like his orgasm inside me two nights earlier, the surge and throb and sudden warmth and stillness after, with the echo of sensation there. (5.1206)