Re: 8:55pm, on the dance floor (Kami, Jack)
"It's not that easy, baby doll." Jack shook his head. "Pax is a big building, but it's not that big. We'll run into each other sooner or later and it'll all come back again." He looked down at her as she continued to stare ahead. "Besides... I don't want to forget," he murmured, then frowned and all but bit his tongue. Why had he said that? He was starting to sound like some kind of lovesick idiot pining after The One That Got Away -- him, Jack Mallory, King Playboy!
And then he realized with a start what it was about her, of all the girls knew, that kept him wanting her so badly. It was more than just how incredibly hot she was. She touched something he'd felt stirring since the ayahuasca experience all those years ago in San Francisco -- something he'd felt stir again during the recent weirdness in the building. He positively hungered for her, like a junkie hungers for a fix.
He still didn't understand why, though.
"Kami..." he started, then swallowed hard at the cold fear deep in his gut. "Kami, is it me, or is there something else going on?"