Chandler:

It was supposed to be just sex.
Thoroughly satisfying, mind-blowing, sweaty, animalistic love making.
Just a week, though.
We both agree to the no strings attached arrangement. I give Amy the best week of her life, show her what it’s like to be with a real man. And since she’s my old best friend, I go a step further and give her the full Casanova Experience.
Dancing out on the town. I'm wining and dining her. Giving her VIP tickets to my basketball games.
She thinks I’m just doing her a favor to make up for her past five years of shitty relationships. She thinks I haven’t been obsessing over her for the last five years. She thinks when I take her against a public bathroom wall, I'm not thinking about committing to her for life.
She's wrong.
Now she’s telling me I’m the best she’s ever had.
There’s just one problem. Though we have a history as friends, she has no idea about my past. You don’t become Barcelona’s biggest Casanova without your fair share of skeletons in the closet.
I sure as hell have mine.
If I'm going to keep Amy, we are both in for one hell of a ride.
Buckle your seatbelts, folks. We're about to encounter some turbulence in this flight to Europe.