Honest

forty-three

Giuseppe

We don't did anything but hold hands that night. I didn't sleep. I was thinking. I was also enjoying the warmth of her small soft hand in mine.

It's so perfect.

She squeezed, laying on top of me.

"Are you gonna lock me away?" She smiles.

I wish I could. I wish I could her lock her away, and feel her hand in mind for eternity.

How blissful would that be?

"Because if you want...I have a very capable second, and so do you. We could...go to Figi and cut off our phones. Ditch the f*****g world."

She bites her lip with a smile.

"Do you wanna ditch the f*****g world with me, Vitale?"

I nod slowly. "Yeah. That sounds like heaven."

A smile spreads across her face. "Then get your perfect tan ass up, and let's get in the shower. My helicopters coming in twenty minutes."

I smile, taking her hand. "Okay. Then let's go."

I let her drag me off, to ditch the f*****g world. But...I know I shouldn't get used to her.

And I know, I'm crazy. Doing this, letting her lead me further into the wormhole that is her existence.

It's that maybe that keeps stringing me along. Maybe we'll work it out. Maybe we'll really be together. Maybe she'll fall in love with me.

Maybe she'll kill me and take everything I have.

But maybe it'll just be her and I. Together forever.

So I follow. I follow because this is my last time. This is the last time I try to convince her to let me in. To truly let me in.

If I can just trap her enough, that's all I need. After all, once the fly is the spider's web, it's not going anywhere. But it wraps it up anyway.

Just in case.

And in this case, she is anything but a fly. If anything, I'm the fly and she's the spider. But it's that knowledge that just may make all the difference.