She thought about how happy they’d all be; knew that they wouldn’t have time to think of her as they drank together and joked about beating Grainger’s mate. She imagined Victoria and Adam going home together at the end of the night, her mind conjuring the image of the couple initiating s*x, Adam climbing on top of Victoria, sinking deeper inside her warm, inviting wetness until she came beneath him.
Fucking hell. She pushed the image away; she knew it was dirty. It felt like it was beneath her. She started thinking about Gaz instead, her anxious mind suddenly desperate to know who he was spending the night with. She’d been honest with Victora about what she’d heard; that Gaz had been seeing someone else. She was sure that was why he’d been avoiding her. He might be with his new lover now;
