“No space, no distance, baby girl, I never said I’d play fair, I’ll do whatever it takes.” “So, all of this is just so I won’t go out tonight?” I ask, suddenly upset that he isn’t a mind reader and it’s all just a ploy to get me to do what he wants. “Are you in your car? I’m in my truck, I want you so bad,” he rasps. “I can’t believe you,” I say, my voice catching. “You’re manipulating me.”
