I would break the curse.
I’d have my fun wedding hookup and I would not be marrying her after.
If I had it my way, I’d never have to see her again, either.
Joke’s on me.
I run into her in the most unlikely of places.
My oil rig in the middle of the ocean.
Poseidon must have gotten a laugh at that one.
She’s everywhere I turn, making an already dangerous environment even more treacherous.
Raging waves below.
Raging desires above.
She’s a siren singing to me.
I’m ready to dive in.
But she’s not.
I’m her brother’s best friend.
But I could win her over.
And that’s just what I’m going to do.
Come hell or high water, this girl is mine, and our future?
Well.
Maybe I won’t break that curse after all.
