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I shrug, feeling silly, ers, wide palh, a little sentle, sometimes with force I like it best when he wraps s Oh God, I really love it when he does that…

I want those hands on ht” My sto with nerves I don’t want to eat I want Drew I feel sort of crazed with it Like I need to have hiers and I lose hiether I need to re weird” Worry fills his eyes “Are you —that does it forlike an idiot

“You’re what?”

“I’h Can I admit out loud I’m horny? That would sound ridiculous

Those dark brows shoot up practically to his hairline “Why?”

My cheeks are hot I squir what they did to me earlier”

The frown is gone, replaced with a wicked s He leans across the table, his voice so low it vibrates through o back to ain”

Oh my God, that sounds like the best idea ever “Maybe we should”

The ser My quiet, hesitant Drew has od “You don’t want to order anything?”

I slowly shake ain? Later?” We had it last night too “From somewhere different this time You know, just to hs, the sound husky “You said you wanted to get out of the house for a while because you worried ere beco addicted to each other”

“Is that what I said?” I honestly can’t re addicted to each other? Aren’t we still in this pretend mode where we’re nor-ups or issues? I wonder if Drew has ever had sex like this Carefree and so…nor addicted to you,” I admit softly We haven’t said we loved each other yet I can’t work up the nerve Maybe he can’t either Silly considering how consu Sweet Attentive Funny Smart Sexy

I understand him He understands me We’re perfect for each other

Maybe we’re too perfect together Too perfect doesn’t really exist This could all be a façade Just like our week together over the Thanksgiving break

That week felt fake, though Surreal There were real, grounding ht up in an act Maybe we’re pretending right now too, but I’e and the heartache and the trouble hanging over us For at least a little while