"Don't get me started." Chloe sighed and rubbed Avery's head in consolation. "Maybe he is taking some time to himself to think about what you said. What if he thinks he was hallucinating?"
Avery rolled her eyes. "We were right in the swimming pool, sober."
"And you were wearing something more provocative than being naked. Do you think anyone could take their hearing seriously with those sexy melons in their face?" She looked down at Avery's chest, making the latter blush and cover herself.
"Can you not make it sound like I was seducing him? Jeez. And how long is this 'sobering up' going to take?" She asked.
"Long enough for you to miss him, I'm sure—since you already do. Go after him." Chloe nudged.
