Well, I guess we've established this guy's not plugging a movie. Know why? Because in the movie version, the masked man at my window would have taken me into his arms, kissed me till the breath left my lungs, and ...
Ah, fuck it. Who am I kidding? That's the movie in my mind, not the one coming to a multiplex near you anytime soon.
It's also not what happened between him and me.
Shit. Fuck. FUCK.