“You did what?” Chyna’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “Girl, you may as well have put your heart in a box and passed it to him.”
She frowned at her, “isn’t it a bit dramatic?”
“You can’t have s*x with the man you were in love with for two years and expect to just walk away unscathed.”
“Why not? Isn’t this every woman’s fantasy? To have one night with the one who got away?” She argued futilely with her best friend.
“Lots of problems with your theory,” Chyna’s dark eyes were sincere and deliberate. “Most girls don’t have a direct connection between the one who got away and the single most horrific and brutal night of their life. Also, most girls don’t have to remember the person they’ve lusted after is their father’s buddy and their parental unit finding out would likely end up in a bra
