With my ex’s eyes right on me, I pull you against me.
“Hey, do you mind if I use you to make my ex jealous?” I ask.
You smirk. “Do you mean to use me sexually?”
I blush. “Yes,” I breathe in hopefully a seductive whisper. Even if my ex weren’t here, I would be itching to touch you. You’re a golden-haired beefcake that makes my ex look like a pale shrimp.