That's the truth. She wants it, she comes up there and looks at it. Will she walk out with it? Hell, he don't know; he can't read the damn future. The only thing he knows for sure -- beyond the taste of her lips and the way she sets his stomach all to butterflies -- is that tape ain't his and for once in his life, he ain't interested in connin' no one out of what's theirs. Is he curious? Hell yes. Does he want to know what's on it? Hell yes. Will she share it?
Probably not. It'll be a price he has to be willin' to pay, though, or else this whole deal between him and her is off and he knows it. He doesn't want her goin' back to that damn island without him.
He doesn't want her goin' anywhere without him. He wants to go everywhere together, and like he told her that night on the island, he's never been in love.
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That's the truth. She wants it, she comes up there and looks at it. Will she walk out with it? Hell, he don't know; he can't read the damn future. The only thing he knows for sure -- beyond the taste of her lips and the way she sets his stomach all to butterflies -- is that tape ain't his and for once in his life, he ain't interested in connin' no one out of what's theirs. Is he curious? Hell yes. Does he want to know what's on it? Hell yes. Will she share it?
Probably not. It'll be a price he has to be willin' to pay, though, or else this whole deal between him and her is off and he knows it. He doesn't want her goin' back to that damn island without him.
He doesn't want her goin' anywhere without him. He wants to go everywhere together, and like he told her that night on the island, he's never been in love.
That might be about to change.
(He can't read the damn future.)
"Come on up."