don’t know,” I reply, the tone of my voice growing louder as I throw my hands up. “I wish I did! All I know is that seeing you on stage with Drake, seeing him…touch you…it did something to me.” “Oh God,” she wails, dropping her face to her hands. “This is about that night. Of course it is! It meant nothing—” “I know it meant nothing,” I say. “That’s my point, baby. The thought of it being more than nothing…turns me on.”
