“That night Lance wants to rub his penis as he thinks of Lexi but he refrains. He doesn’t want Lexi to be a masturbatory fantasy in the tradition of Cindy Crawford, Heather Locklear, Kate Hudson and Whoopi Goldberg. No. Hell no! As a matter of fact, hellll no with marshmallows on top. Lance wants Lexi to be his special lady, everything he needs and more. Lance has a gut feeling, an irritable bowel syndrome sensation, that Lexi is his Soul Mate, the one woman God made especially for him to enjoy. Lance wonders if Lexi is allergic to hyacinths. Roses are so common.”
“And Lexi had to deal with that fact. She had to deal with knowing that he hadn't chosen her. He didn't want her.”
“Lexi, I've wanted to tell you for so long." [...] "That I love you.”
“Go on,"Lexy said. "What do you want to be today?”
“He didn’t mind doin’ that time when doing it meant he would walk out to Lexie.”
“Lexie glanced back at Alik's (her stepbrother's) closed door. "First things first, find him a girlfriend so he doesn't think of me in the shower.”