Mulling that over a moment, Lexi then shrugged. "Honestly," she said, a slow, sly grin growing, "I'm much more interested in the here and now."
Like what Clara would do if she nipped just there, under the curve of one breast, tugging her down again on top of her. This was much better than wondering about dreams or past lives or any of that. Clara was warm and real and here, and really, what else mattered?