Lexy stared out the car window, counting the streetlights as they passed and recounting the events of the evening. She wasn't oblivious to the longing in Tate's eyes every time he looked at Tate. Nor had she missed the way Luke seemed okay with her spending most of the evening with Mark.
This thing Luke and she had going wasn't going to work. Not as a romance. A friendship, maybe, but even that, she saw passing with time. He would find someone new. So would she. Their lives were infinitely different, and he wasn't much of a talker to begin with. This would end it for them.
She hated that. Really hated it. Ending things was awkward at best. But delaying the inevitable wouldn't make it any easier. Neither would the sobriety of waiting until morning. Right now she was riding on just enough of a buzz to boost her courage.
"Hey, Luke, can we stop at the park you took me to the other night?" Better to face the devil head on.
"Mm."
