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.