"Seein' this house, this life...I want to be here with you, but I look around and realize this will never be me." "You're thinking too much." She kneels on the carpet and pats the floor. "Come here and lie on your stomach. I know how to give Swedish massages. It'll relax you." "You're not Swedish," I say. "Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference." I lie next to her. "I thought we were gonna take this relationship slow." "A back rub is harmless." My eyes roam over her kick-ass bikini-covered bod. "I'll have you know I've been intimate with girls wearin' a lot more." She slaps me on the butt. "Behave yourself."