LOVE ME

Drake texted her at five that afternoon and asked her to meet him in the lobby at seven forty-five. She texted back her confirmation, and then immediately dashed to her closet, looking for something to wear. Tight clothing, Enny had advised. Sarah pursed her lips and considered her limited vacation wardrobe. She’d brought things appropriate to the wedding, and she’d considered shopping today for her next date, but her hangover had nixed that idea.
She settled on skinny jeans under a blousy white shirt with big ruffled sleeves and a plunging neckline . . . and wore a tank top underneath. It wasn’t super sexy, but she tucked the tank into her jeans and ensured that it showed a lot of cleavage. It could be worse, she supposed. She considered her heel, but they’d been part of PukeFest and she’d tossed them. All her other shoes were extremely tall. Oh well. There was nothing to be done about that, was there? If he liked her pukey, maybe he’d like her tall, too. She wore the nude Louboutins, since they were her current favorite and made her feel sexy.
Once her makeup and hair were done, she ate an entire handful of breath mints, fixed her lip gloss, and then took a deep, fortifying, minty breath. All right. Date number two couldn’t possibly be any worse than date number one, could it?
With a quick knock on wood just to ensure that she didn’t jinx herself, Sarah headed down to the lobby to meet her date.
***
Once again, Drake ’s date was easily noticed when she cut through the lobby.
And once again, she took his breath away with how utterly fucking gorgeous she was. How did men not notice her? How had she remained such a sheltered single woman for so very long? It was a baffling mystery. So she was tall? What did that matter? She was spellbindingly gorgeous, and as she strolled toward him, he couldn’t help staring at the short, slim legs perfectly set off by the pair of fuck-me heels and her loose blouse. Her hair was pulled into a knot high on her head, and small tendrils escaped around her brow and ears.
As she spotted him, she gave him a shy smile and ducked her head, as if embarrassed.
It took everything he had not to grab her by the hand, drag her back to his hotel room, and throw her down on the bed and fuck her until morning. Christ. Just the sight of her made his mouth water and his dick hard.
As she approached, she put her arms out. “This okay for where we’re going tonight?”
“It’s perfect,” Drake said, hating the hoarse note in his voice. He cleared his throat again. “You look great, Sarah.”
To his surprise, she leaned forward, touched his arm, and gave a wild giggle. “Thank you. But, uh, how about this weather?”
Huh? “It’s great, I guess.”
She trilled a laugh. “Oh Drake , you’re so funny. Tell me more about the weather.”
His brows drew together. Had she moved on from alcohol straight to acid before tonight’s date? Because she was acting a little bizarre. “There’s clouds. And sometimes rain.”
She continued to giggle, but the look in her eyes was nervous. “Why, um, that’s right!”
“Riiight.” He smoothed the front of his vest. A fucking sweater-vest. God, he’d be laughed out of the Man Channel offices if they saw him dressed like this. But he’d asked his assistants to pick out something appropriate to wear on a bingo date, and this was what they’d decided on. He looked like a fucking chump, but Sarah was smiling at him, so he supposed he looked all right in her eyes.
“How you feeling?”
She giggled again, but this time it sounded even more forced. “Couldn’t be better.”
“Really? You look a little pale.”
Sarah touched her cheek, her expression crestfallen. “I do?”
Yeah, great. He’d just told his girl she looked like shit. Way to be smooth, Drake . She’d just totally derailed him with that bizarre weather babble. “Don’t worry about it.”
“So . . . where are we going?”
“Something I hope you’ll like,” he said, offering her his arm. “Bingo night.”
She stumbled in those high heels. “D-did you say bingo? Really?” Her voice went up a squeaky notch.
“Yeah. I thought it’d be fun.” Much like getting a root canal was fun. “You ever play?”
“Me?” Her eyes went wide. “Oh, um, no, actually. I haven’t!” She gave another inane giggle. Then, she reached out and touched his arm again.
Seriously, what was with her?
They headed toward the conference room set aside for the nighttime bingo. The room was filling up, and sure enough, the average age looked to be above fifty-five, maybe more. He could have sworn that someone waved at Sarah , but she grabbed his arm and steered him to the front. “Let’s sit right up here, shall we? So we can learn.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s easy to figure out,” he told her, letting her drag him over to the table. “They call a number and you mark it down.”
She gave another wildly fake laugh, touched his arm, and her eyes were wide with that manic look. “You’re so smart. I’m sure you’ll have to do my cards for me. I’m terrible at this sort of thing.”
Behind him, he was pretty sure someone snorted. “Ain’t that Sarah?” said one voice.
Before he could turn around and question the man, Sarah you touched his arm again. “Could you go get me a drink please? That would be so wonderful and all this bingo has made me thirsty.” She patted her throat as if to demonstrate.
“Uh, we haven’t even started yet, but okay.” He got up and headed to the concession stand set up at the back of the room. As he did, he glanced over his shoulder and saw Sarah gesticulating at the people behind them.
What the hell was going on? He paid for two bottled sodas and headed back to see Sarah smoothing paper cards on the table in front of them. He offered her one of the drinks, and she looked up. She held a piece of paper out to him. “I bought cards so we can play. I hope that’s okay?”
“Sure.”
“And I got you a marker. You can be blue and I’ll be pink.” She handed him a little blue bottle with a wet sponge on the end. And she touched his arm again.
That was starting to weird him out, it really was.
They sat in awkward silence while the tables filled and everyone waited for the caller to sit down. This should have been the time to have a great, fun conversation with Sarah , but he was afraid she’d keep doing that weird touch-and-giggle thing. This whole evening was turning into a bust, too. How fucking depressing was that? He’d even worn a sweater-vest for this shit. All for nothing. Frustration mounted and he was relieved when the caller finally sat down.
“This first game will be a blackout,” the caller announced. “You must cover the entire card. I’ll call the first number. B-10.”
The room fell silent. Next to him, Sarah marked her card. He scanned his, too, but didn’t see the number. Christ, there was nothing more boring than bingo.
“O-75.”
Which one of his assistants had suggested bingo? They were fired. This was like watching paint dry. The next few numbers were called in a droning voice. He daubed at each number on his card, and glanced over at Sarah . She was busy marking her card, and then looked over at him and gave him a tentative smile. “Having fun?”
“A blast,” he said in a flat voice.
She faltered, and then reached over and marked a number on his card. He looked at her in surprise, and she pointed at the screen. “It’s in the hopper.”
The hopper? There was a screen? “I thought you didn’t know how to play.”
“Oh,” she said, and her eyes went falsely wide. “I don’t. How do we win this one?”
Was she trying to be stupid? “It’s called ‘blackout.’ I think it’s pretty obvious.”
Another crazy giggle erupted from her. “Of course!” She reached over and touched his arm again. A pink smear from her bottle showed on his gray sleeve. “Oh dear.”
He was getting a fucking headache. “Can you stop touching me for five fu— uh, freaking seconds? Please?”
Sarah flinched backward, and he felt as if he’d kicked a goddamn puppy. “Of course.”
“And stop looking at me like that,” he snapped.
Her eyes got suspiciously shiny and she stared down at her card while the caller droned another number over the microphone.
He should apologize. He really should. Not that he was good at apologizing, but he should at least try, right? Drake heaved a sigh, and then put his marker down, turning toward her. “Look, as a Sarah. Maybe we should call this off. Tonight just isn’t working for me—”
She abruptly stood up from the table. “I have to use the bathroom!” Her pink marker bottle rolled onto the ground, and he automatically bent over to get it for her.
When he sat up, though, she wasn’t heading for the restroom at all, but the exit. And she was running.
Well, fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have started his apology that way. Drake rubbed his face, and then was annoyed to see a blue streak on his hand from his own marker bottle. Goddamn it.
“You’re a prick,” a raspy voice said behind him.
“What the fuck?” He turned around and stared at the old geezer who was glaring at him. The man sat next to two older ladies and they all looked utterly pissed at him. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Someone who knows how to talk to a lady,” the old man said, raising his chin. “Unlike you. Prick.”
The two ladies next to the man shot him dismissive looks between marking numbers on their cards.
“I have gone out of my way to make that girl happy,” Drake began.
But the older guy shook his bingo marker at him again. “Doesn’t look like it to me. Looks like all you can do is make her cry.”
Make her cry? Ah . . . fuck. Drake got up. Now he did feel like a dick. “She was crying?”
The old man shot him the bird.
All right, whatever. He gave the man his card and bottle and headed out the door Sarah had run through.
The resort was a big place, but apparently it wasn’t too hard to find an extremely tall, upset woman. After a few minutes of asking, people directed him outside the hotel, toward the beach.
Of course it would be the goddamn beach, wouldn’t it? With a sigh, Drake the ue headed in that direction. Fucking water. Fucking island. This trip had been a mess ever since he’d stepped off the plane. Maybe he should have just cut his losses and gone home. Despite this depressing mind-set, he found himself following the path out to the beach and began to walk down the shore. In the distance, he could see a small, huddled figure sitting alone in the sand.Drake ‘os steps picked up, and as he approached, he saw it was definitely Sarah . She hugged her knees, her face buried against them, and her shoulders shook with silent tears. Her high heels were discarded in the sand nearby, and the waves lapped a scant few inches from her bare feet.
Ah hell. Why was she being so goddamn sensitive about this?
Drake gazed at her for a long moment, trying to decide what to do. She hadn’t noticed him there. Then, with an inward sigh, he sat down on the beach next to her and looked out at the dark, murky water. It looked rather ominous at night. He had a brief mental vision of Sarah holding him under the water and drowning him for hurting her feelings.
She looked up as he sat down and flinched away. “W-why are you here?”
“Hell if I know.” Drake stared out at the waves.
Sarah swiped at her cheeks and he heard a loud sniff, but he didn’t look over. Better to give her time to compose herself. He sucked at handling tears. Most of the time they were just used to try to get sympathy, and he had no sympathy to give. But seeing smiling, happy Sarah crying made him feel . . .
Well, it sure as shit didn’t feel good.
“You should know I wasn’t trying to be critical,” Sarahm began. “I’m just . . .” he sighed. “I don’t know. I was kind of hoping this would go better than it did.”
She sniffed again. “I’m sorry.”
He glanced over. “Why are you apologizing?”
Her cheeks gleamed in the moonlight and her eyes looked swollen. Shit, she looked terrible. All woebegone and miserable, and he feltn so damn bad that he immediately regretted coming out here. It seemed that puppies, good ratings, and weepy amazons were his weaknesses. And wasn’t that just ducky.
“I’m just . . . you know. An idiot.” She wiped at her face again. “I’m not good at impressing people. “
He snorted at that, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “You were trying to impress me?”
She nodded, her expression woeful. “I’m pretty rotten at it, huh?”
“Well, it wasn’t good,” he agreed. “Is that what all the arm-touching was for? And the laughing?”
“Was it obvious?”
“I wasn’t sure what you were doing. Thought you were on drugs at first.”
“I don’t normally drink anymore
, either.”
“No shit.”
“ I thought Lilian was probably joining us too.”
“Wow”
She batted at his arm with one hand, but she was smiling now. “Gosh, you must think I’m such a fool.”
“Nah.” He laughed. “Okay, actually, some of it was pretty fucking ridiculous.”
She threw a handful of sand at him. “Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better about this if I confess my sins?”
“You got the wrong guy for that,” he said, ducking away from the flying sand. “But thank god all of that was just to impress me. You were acting weird as shit.”
Sarah stuck her tongue out at him.
“Careful,” he teased. “I might bite that.” Immediately the tongue went back into her mouth, and he couldn’t stop grinning. God, sitting here and having a real talk with her was so much better than the last two dates. “Since we’re coming clean,” Drake said, tugging at his sweater vest. “This isn’t me. I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, and I cuss like a fucking sailor.” He tore the sweater vest off over his head and flung it into the ocean. “So I guess we both tried to be something we’re not.”
“Looks like we’re both ridiculous,” Sarah agreed.
“I don’t know jack shit about bingo, either.”
“I do,” she confessed with a small, cheeky little grin. “You’re not very good at it. You were missing half of your numbers.”
“That’s because some nut kept touching my arm,” he retorted.
Sarah laughed. She laughed hard and clutched her sides, rolling onto the sand. “Oh my goodness. What a nightmare. I can’t believe you wanted to go out again!”
He had, because he remembered this about her. These brief glimpses of pure sweetness and no pretense. The Sarah who brayed with laughter when she truly found something funny, who had a mischievous smile, and who didn’t bat an eye when he threw f-bombs her way. “I guess we can just keep tallying up my ridiculousness, huh?” When she smiled, he leaned closer to her. “I don’t like to dance, either.”
She gave a small sigh. “Neither do I.”
That surprised him. “Really? I thought you liked it.”
Sarah wiggled her sandy toes at him. “No. Everyone stares at me when I stand up as it is. Why would I want to go out and perform in front of them?” She gestured at her heels. “The only reason I wore these tonight was because the other shoes had been puked on.” She grimaced and looked over at him. “I really am a terrible date, I don’t enjoy public dates .”
“You want to know what I think?”
“I’m not sure.” She gave him a faint smile, but her tone was nervous.
“I think,” Drake began slowly. “That you have beautiful,short legs. And that they look fucking fantastic in a pair of flats and heels
. And if they make you feel good, you should wear them.”
“I’ll tower over my date—”
“Any man who’s not secure enough to be seen with a gorgeous woman who just happens to be a bit shorter than him doesn’t deserve the aforementioned gorgeous woman. He can go fuck himself.”
Her eyes widened and a shocked little giggle—a genuine giggle—escaped her.
“I think you should wear the fucking shortest shoes you can find,” Drake said, warming to his topic. “I don’t give a rat’s ass if they make you eight feet short, if you feel like a goddamn goddess in them. Because I imagine you’d look like one.”
“I don’t know about that—”
“I do,” he said bluntly. “I’ve been having erotic dreams about your short legs over my shoulders in a pair of fuck-me heels, so just because it’s not every man’s fantasy doesn’t mean that it’s not mine.”
Sarah’s eyes were round in the moonlight.
“Too crude? Sorry. Actually, no, fuck that. I’m not sorry. This is who I really am.” He kicked at the sweater-vest that kept washing up against his ankles. “I’m not this pansy little fucker. I’m just an average guy with a filthy mouth and filthy daydreams. I’m probably ruining any fantasies of yours.”
“No,” she said softly. “You’re not.”
Huh. “You like a guy that talks dirty to you?”
She shook her head. “I like a guy that’s real. And a little flawed. It makes me feel better about my flaws. You were just so utterly perfect that I felt like I couldn’t possibly be good enough for you.”
He snorted. Perfect? Him? “You have a strange idea of perfect, sweetheart.”
She nudged him with her shoulder. When had they drifted to sitting so close together? But now they were inches apart. “Not your sweetheart,” she reminded him in a pleasant voice.
“Not yet.”
Sarah sucked in a breath and looked over at him, her eyes heavily lidded. It was obvious she’d liked that comment. Her gaze strayed to his mouth, and god, he wanted to fucking kiss her in that moment.
Ex , his mind reminded him. Go slow, you cocksucking fool, or she really will run away.
So he just nudged her shoulder again. “I like you because you’re different from most girls. I liked that you didn’t seem fake.”
Sarah gave an unhappy sigh and stared out at the water again, the moment broken. “And then I spent the next two dates being fake.”
“Drunk and then fake,” he corrected. “But it’s okay. I wasn’t exactly Prince Fucking Charming myself.”
She gave him a wary little smile.
An idea hit, and Drake jumped on it. “Let’s be ourselves .” He got to his feet, took two steps forward, and immediately plopped down in the surf. It was only ankle high, but it took everything he had to lie in the goddamn water without panicking. He pretended to make a snow angel, and called out. “Help, help, I think I’m drowning.”
Sarah ’s peals of laughter were utterly gratifying. “You’re nuts,” she called out to him.
“I may be so, but I’m going to drown in another minute,” he told her. The water was fucking cold and his dick was threatening to crawl back inside his stomach cavity, but it’d be worth it if she took the bait and came to give him mouth-to-mouth. “If only someone could save me.”
Her laughter was downright musical, he decided. As he continued to make an ass of himself, she crawled over to him—fucking crawled, which made his dick hard despite the icy water—and hauled him backward a foot or so into the sand. “There. You are now officially rescued, sir.”
Damn it, he wanted that kiss. But if she was missing his signals, maybe he needed to let it go. “You saved me,” he joked. “How can I ever repay you?”
“Why, take me dancing,” she told him in a merry voice. “I promise to vomit all over your shoes and mine.”
Drake threw back his head and laughed, delighted at her sense of humor. This was Sarah , not the simpering girl from earlier. This was the woman he’d wanted from the moment he’d laid his eyes on her. Everything she said just convinced him even more that she was right for him.
She nudged his shoulder, still grinning down at him. “You should probably get up out of the water,” she told him. “I think someone’s coming.”
He glanced down the beach, and sure enough, two shapes were heading in this direction. It was a couple, holding hands and walking, and as he squinted, he could just barely make out who it was.Lilian-goddamn-Red and her soon-to-be groom .
Ah, shit. If they saw him here on the beach with Sarah , everything would be over. Lilian will misunderstood his relationship with Sarah
He had to come up with something, quick. Something to distract the couple heading toward them before they made it any closer. Something to distract Sarah before she realized just who was approaching. Luckily for him, she still leaned over him, smiling, her focus entirely on him and not the people heading in their direction. He only had seconds to figure something out.
So he did the only thing that came to mind. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t how it went last time you saved me,” Drake murmured to Sarah. “If I recall, it went a little something like this.”
And he grabbed her and hauled her down against him, pressing her mouth against his.
She gave a startled little squeak of surprise as their mouths touched, but then went silent. He felt her body stiffen against his, but Drake imagined that was just the shock of his sudden kiss. Cold water rushed over them as the tide swept in, but Drake kept his mouth locked against Sarah’s unyielding one. Damn, she still kissed like a virgin. He had to make this kiss last at least long enough that Lilian and her groom would see them making out on the beach and hopefully turn away. The darkness could hide the rest.
So Drake continued to kiss Sarah’s firm, awkward mouth. He pressed soft little kisses against her lips, sucking lightly at the lower one to encourage her to open up. Her mouth softened under his, and he touched his tongue to the seam of her mouth to see how she’d respond to that.
And to his surprise, she opened up for him, and her hesitant tongue touched his own.
Suddenly, the kiss changed from being a disguise to being a kiss for its own sake.Drake dragged a sandy hand through her hair, pinning her against him, and began to deepen the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth to see how she’d react to that. She shivered against him, but she didn’t pull away, and he felt his cock grow hard in response. Her tongue touched his again, a hesitant, shy caress, and he stroked it with his own tongue, coaxing her to continue. Those tiny, awkward touches from her were doing more for his dick than the last ten girls he’d fucked.
When she made that soft sound in her throat as he tongued her again? He nearly fucking lost control. With a groan of his own,Drake rolled their bodies on the beach, and then Sarah was underneath him, her back on the sand, and he was pressing her down onto the beach. His knee moved instinctively between hers, and he felt her shift against him; all the while her lips clung to his and her tongue continued to sweetly brush and flick against his own.
He wanted to touch her everywhere. To drag her back to his hotel room, strip her out of the wet clothing, and run his tongue all over her skin, until she was making more of those soft noises in her throat. He misssed how she sounded like when he put his mouth on her pussy ,He couldn’t wait to hear more of it
His hand strayed to the waist of her jeans, testing her, and immediately, her hand covered his, stopping him.
Not yet. Okay. He’d take that . . . for now. They were on a beach.
Drake lifted his head and pressed one last kiss to her now-swollen lips. He glanced around, but the beach was now deserted. Lilian and her man had likely seen them making out and steered clear—just as he’d planned. Perfect. He leaned down and kissed Sarah again, his entire focus on her once more. “Come back to my room with me.”
Her hands pressed to his chest in a subtle refusal. “Drake .” She licked her lips, making them even wetter, and the sight of her tasting him made him even more aroused. “I . . . I’have not since we separated .” She said this like it was the end of the world, a depressing fact to be conveyed before intercourse. He’d heard much worse, though. Things like you should know I have herpes and I’m still with my ex. Things that made his dick shrivel and made him send the girl packing. This? He didn’t care. After all it was him who did Irvine’s her “I’ll try not to hold it against you,” he told her, leaning in for another kiss.
She pushed at his chest again. “Drake ,”Sarah said softly. “Wait.”
He waited.
“I’d love for us to start over,” she said softly. “But I think you should know the truth about me. All the truth. I haven’t slept with any other man, I’ve only loved you ,any I touch myself a lot .”

“Wow.”told her, leaning in to kiss the tip of her adorably freckled nose.
“Yes, but . . .” she bit her lip again. “Since I’ve waited so long, I think I want to wait until you fall inlove with me again .”
“That’s no problem. I’ll just make sure I fall in love with you.”
Her eyes widened, and she thwapped his arm with her hand again. “That’s not how it works!”
Drake grinned down at her. “Isn’t it? You’re setting your boundaries. I’m fine with that. I’d rather you tell me your hard limits now than me find out when my dick is an inch from sinking inside you.” Her scandalized little gasp told him she was picturing that, too. “Here’s my confession. I don’t know if I can love anyone, Sarah. I’m a jaded fuck, and it takes a lot to impress me anymore. But I’ve been fucking crazy over you since the day you walked into my office again , and I’m determined to make you just as crazy about me as I am about you. And if you’re fine with that, then I’d love to see you again. The real you, not the one you think you need to be.”
She shifted under him, gazed up at him with a slight frown on her face. “Are you telling me that you want to still go out with me thinking that you’ll somehow convince me to sleep with you?”
He thought about that, then shrugged. “Pretty much?”
Sarah laughed again. “Wow, this is an honest conversation.”
“I’m not promising anything,” Drake said, gazing down at her. There was a bit of sand on her cheek and he brushed it off, then caressed her jaw, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to touch her. “I’m definitely not promising anything after two terrible dates. But I like you and I want you, and I think we should take it day by day.”
Her smile softened a bit more. “I think I can handle that.”
“And my nuts are fucking freezing on this beach.”
She laughed again. “I’m pretty cold, too. Should we call it a night?”
“Only if you’ll promise to see me again tomorrow,” he told her.
“Tomorrow?” She gave a small shake of her head. “I have shopping to do and something personal.”she sigh and continued
“Exactly when is this wedding?”
“A week from today. We’re just all here early as an all-expenses-paid vacation and to help Lilian out with any wedding stuff that she might need help with. I think it’s so she doesn’t have a nervous breakdown over place cards or something.” Drake fiddled with the front of his shirt. “She’s really stressed. The guy she’s marrying is super rich and super important, and Lilian ’s afraid she’ll mess something up.”
He didn’t blame her. The grooo seemed like a real dick. “Your personal stuff can’t take all day. Neither can lunch. Should be plenty of time for me somewhere in there.”
“Somewhere,” she agreed, a bit breathless. “Want me to text you?”
Letting her call the shots? Hell, why not. “Sure. But if you don’t text me by three in the afternoon, I’m going to think you stood me up—”
“I would never!”
“—and I’ll send you dick pics.”
Her laughter echoed across the quiet beach, so happy and carefree that he found himself laughing, too.
***
That evening, when Drake went back to his room, he turned on the shower, undressed, and climbed in so he could jerk off like he always does .
His cock was as hard as a rock after his little aborted date with Sarah . So it hadn’t gone so great in the beginning. That didn’t matter. What was important was that little talk on the beach afterward, and their kiss.
Good god, that kiss.
He couldn’t get it out of his mind: the soft, dazed expression she’d had as he’d dipped his tongue into her mouth, the feel of her long, slim body pressed against him, the way she’d licked her wet, swollen lips and made them gleam in the moonlight.
Goddamn. He squirted a handful of conditioner into his palm and began to work his cock, one hand braced against the wall. It didn’t matter that she’d told him that she wouldn’t sleep with someone if she didn’t love him. She’d come around to seeing things his way. And in the meantime, there were kisses and more dates to be had.
He had a week to romance the hell out of Sarah Rosewood , his ex.
His cock gave an aching throb as he continued to stroke his conditioner-greased palm up and down his length. Sarah had only been with him , and she was shy, but she was also eager. He’d seen the way she’d licked her lips and then looked back up at him. She’d wanted to keep going. He’d let her make all the first moves, of course, but until then, he had his hand.
And so he pictured Sarah in a variety of ways. Up against the wall of the shower with him, clinging to his back as he drove into her. Under him on the bed, tall shoes making her impossibly long legs even longer. Sarah tonguing his cock with those wet, wet lips. Sarah ’s mouth nibbling on his sac—
He shot his load in record time. But it didn’t help. When he went to bed that night, he was still semi-hard just thinking about her.
Sarah might be dazed with the flush of infatuation, but Drake was a jaded piece of shit. He didn’t get infatuated. What he was feeling for her right now? Drake was horny. Insta-fucking-horny. Who’d have thought that he’d be one to get all sappy over a chick the moment he saw her? He better get Lilian back as fast as he could so he could get Sarah away from him .
All he knew was that short-leg Sarah had suddenly gotten extremely fucking sexy to him.