A man who lives by one unbreakable rule — no touching, no exceptions — finds his resolve tested when someone unexpected enters his life. As his carefully guarded walls begin to crack, what starts as distance turns into an all-consuming fixation neither of them saw coming.
For me? For us. I'm walking you back. You're very focused.
The zipper was stuck. Good thing you noticed. Breathe, Miles. I am.
Then stop looking at me like that. Wait. He's falling. You can let go.
Not until you stop wobbling. You're holding it. I know. I can carry books. Not this one.
You're not my bodyguard. Good. Bodyguards get paid. then what are you it's okay it's not they're just talking they can talk about me not you you're getting wet walk don't get used to me being nice too late that's
That's not subtle. It's not about you. It has my tape. Your tape became public property when you put it in the middle of a room.