Olly helped me to my room, pulled back my blankets, and gently lowered me onto my bed. He slipped out from under my arm and then knelt on the floor, looking up at me. "Shan, you OK?"
"Drunk, Olly. Really drunk... and other stuff."
"You and me both."
"Can you get me some water?"
"Sure, be right back."
I listened as his footsteps faded.
I could no longer deny how desperately I needed s*x. Olly's running commentary and descriptions of his conquests and likes had turned me on to the point I didn't care any more. And throughout it all I'd been tormented by the vision of him, naked in the shower. The memory of him erect. My body had responded to that like I'd never felt before, and I could no longer abjure the fantasy of him climbing onto me and pushing himself into me.
I wanted him to to
