CHAPTER NINE
In my car, it took me a minute to adjust my jeans before I started the engine. I pulled away from Drew’s house, fully aware that he had not said anything about getting together again. Not for dinner, not for hiking, not for more porn, not at all. Either he was letting me wonder, or—more likely— waiting until I contacted him, despite his pursuit of me. He wanted to know I wanted him.
Had I felt turned on during his porn show? I had. But was I turned on to him, or just turned on?
And it wasn’t just a question of s*x—the s*x we hadn’t actually had, the s*x it almost felt like we’d had. Nina’s question was important: How does he make you feel?
Something warm expanded from my chest all the way up to the top my head and brought tears to my eyes.
Wanted. Desired. Desirable. Incr
