Anton

“If we were together,” she says softly, “we’d have amazing sex right now, wouldn’t we?” I move my fingers from her hair to her jaw line, grazing it gently. “We would.”

“Well, I have a confession to make,” he says as he double checks his parking job in the rearview mirror. “Here it comes.” I roll my eyes playfully. “There’s a body in the back of the car right now, isn’t there?” “Nope, I dumped the body before I picked you up.” “Thanks for that.” I say with a light laugh. His response was unexpected for someone I’ve only seen as serious, but I can appreciate anyone with a dry sense of humor.

"Look, what you see when you look at me is nothing but wrapping paper," I say. "It's how I look. Nothing more. It's not who I am."