His touch created little fires of electricity that went straight to her clit. She was sure she looked like some horny, obsessed woman.
At the end of the second game, she excused herself to go to the bathroom.
“What is going on with you and Drew?” Cathy asked.
“I don’t know. He made Brice ask you to invite me.”
“I was going to invite you anyway, but before I got the chance, Brice was telling me to do it, and that Drew had asked that you come as well. I’m not going to lie. I’m intrigued as hell. I didn’t know you and Drew had a thing.”
“We don’t. It’s … complicated.”
“I’m quite intelligent.”
“It’s not about that.” Raven finished using the toilet, flushed, and met Cathy at the sinks. Washing her hands, she stared at her friend in the mirror. “Growing up, I caught Drew in some … situations. He was having sex with other women.”
“Oh, okay.”
“On the last day I was going to say goodbye, but before I got a chance to, he was in another compromising position. I couldn’t exactly say goodbye, and the next moment, I was gone.”
“Huh, well, I’d suggest you be ready for some Drew because that guy has it bad, and he’s not even trying to hide it. I imagine by tomorrow, everyone is going to know that Drew was all over you tonight.”
She cringed. “That’s what I’m hoping to avoid.”
“I’m afraid you’re not going to avoid that. I’d just accept it.”
Drew’s interest, even though it was sudden—she liked it. Was it wrong to like something like that? He kept touching her, and it made her uncomfortable because of how easily she was responding to it.
Her body seemed to be so attuned to his touch that it scared her a little.
She was a twenty-five-year-old virgin.
No man had ever gotten her this wet before, and she doubted they ever would. Her body no longer felt like her own. She was going up in flames, and she didn’t know how to put it out.
Raven had a feeling the only person who could was Drew.