“Well, don’t think about him. There’s no need to when you have so many other men to choose from,” Chyna said.
“You’re right. Of course, you’re right.”
“I know it, chica, but you can keep telling me. If you don’t want him, I’m going to go see if I can get my obligatory drink and dance out of him. I’ll find you someone to kiss when I get back,” she said, prancing off after the guy in the blue shirt.
Lexi slumped back against the booth and massaged her temples. She hated that she kept having these ridiculous reactions. This gut reaction in regards to Jack was driving her mad. Flashes of him touching and kissing her kept cascading through her vision. Memories of long lost afternoons tucked away in his sheets, wrapped up in his arms as they talked the day away, enjoying each other’s company…
