I wake up in Drew's arms. I lie there for half an hour, soaking in the comfort of his body, trying to sort through what the hell last night meant.

He stirs, kisses me on the forehead, and shifts out of bed. "It's almost nine. You're gonna be late to class."

Dammit. I hightail it to my room, shower, dress, and pack my backpack.

Drew is at his door, doing pull-ups from a bar hanging off the frame. No shirt. Running shorts. Sweat dripping off the hard lines of his back and shoulders.

A buzz of want builds between my legs. By the time I walk down the stairs, it's everywhere. Even my fingertips want Drew. Especially my fingertips. They're desperate to touch every inch of him.

He drops to his feet with a heavy sigh, then makes his way to the kitchen. His eyes flash with a hint of something mischievous. His gaze meets mine and his lips curl into a smile.

Like he knows I'm staring.

Like he knows I'm desperate.

Like he knows I'm powerless to do anything but melt.

* * *

My internship runs late. The second I'm home, I change into jeans and a t-shirt and collapse on my bed. I barely have time to catch my breath when there's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I say.

Drew opens the door. He's wearing pajama pants. No shirt, just pajama bottoms.

"You want to mock Batman and Robin together?" he asks.

I should finish my homework, but this sounds like a lot more fun. "Sure."

He helps me off the bed and walks me to the couch.

Drew turns the lights off one by one. Downstairs gets dark in stages until the only light is coming from the pool outside.

He pulls the blinds so that's gone too.

Drew sits next to me. Not on the middle cushion, but on mine. Our knees touch. He leans into the backrest, shifting his hips up ever so slightly.

I must be imagining things.

There's no way Drew is this evil.

He turns on the TV and loads the DVD. I try to keep my eyes on the screen and not on the light flickering over Drew's shoulders and chest. It's quite the challenge.

He shifts to the middle seat in one smooth movement. There's no relief from the ache building inside me.

Whatever this is, it's not back to normal.

Maybe he was right. Maybe normal is impossible after that kiss. It's still burned into my brain, my lips, my skin.

His attention is on the movie. I try to follow suit. We watched this all the time when we were younger. Every time, we mocked it mercilessly. Today, nothing. We're silent.

Drew turns to me. He pats his shoulder like he's offering me a pillow. I swallow hard. Not a good idea if I want to keep things anywhere in the vicinity of platonic.

I want him to push me on the couch and rip off my jeans and t-shirt and fuck me until I'm screaming his name so loudly the neighbors call the police.

But it's not worth losing him forever.

* * *

I get up for a glass of water, but it does nothing to cool me off.

I try patting my neck and chest with the water, but that only fills my head with that same beautiful image of Drew coming out of the pool naked and dripping wet.

There are footsteps behind me. Drew slides his arm around my waist. He rests his head in the crook of my neck.

"You up to finish?" His breath is warm against my skin.

"Sure." I set my glass on the counter and turn so I'm facing Drew.

His crotch is pressed against mine. He has me pinned against the counter, more or less. Just like the night when everything went to shit.

Of course, my body shares none of my cautious sentiment. It's practically buzzing with electricity, with the most desperate need to feel his hands again.

It's not the worst idea in the world.

Bottom five maybe, but not the worst.

He steps back and stretches his arms over his head. My eyes go straight to the muscles of his torso as they constrict and relax. There's that little line of hair under his belly button. They shouldn't call it a happy trail. More like a this is driving me out of my fucking mind trail.

Drew drags his fingertips over my palm. He nods to the TV like everything is normal and he isn't trying to torture me.

I follow him back to the couch. He plops in the corner and pats his shoulder the way he did earlier.

This time, I take his offer. I slide onto the middle cushion and rest my head on Drew's shoulder.

He runs his fingers over the elastic band in my hair and pulls out my ponytail. My hair falls over my face and shoulders. Drew brushes it behind my ear.

The TV flickers. There's absolutely nothing about it that can draw my attention. I lean into Drew's touch as he runs his fingers through my hair.

There's nothing demanding about his touch. It's soft. Sweet. Patient.

He traces a line down my neck and over my chest and back again. His touch moves lower and lower, until he's tracing the neckline of my t-shirt.

Heat builds between my legs. This might ruin everything, it might make him run away, it might torpedo our friendship forever.

But none of that can compete with the desire spreading through my body. Whatever the consequences, I need Drew and I need him now.

I let out a low moan. I shift my chest into his hands. He doesn't need it explained. He slides his hand under my shirt and over my bra. He traces its outline from one side of my chest to the other and back again.

And again.

And again.

He slides his fingers into my bra and draws slow circles around my nipple.

My sex clenches. Drew is touching me and it feels so damn good.

He plays with my other nipple the same way. His free hand goes to my hair and he tilts my neck so we're face to face.

He's three inches away.

His eyes close and he kisses me. Soft to start, then harder and harder.

He cups my breast inside my bra and rubs me with his thumb. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring it. I kiss him back as hard as I can.

Drew is kissing me. Drew is touching me. It's still so novel and amazing. My best friend, the guy I've wanted for as long as I can remember, is touching me.

He releases my hair. His hand goes to the space between my shoulder blades. The other goes to my side. He pushes me onto the couch, pinning me with his hips.

I run my hand over his chest and shoulders, exploring every inch of them.

I sigh into his mouth. He releases our kiss and brings his lips to my ears, neck, collarbones. He pulls off my t-shirt, breaking my grip on his shoulders to get it over my head.

I arch my back into him. I let out a loud moan. No holding back. I want Drew to know how much I want him, and I want him more than I've ever wanted anything.

My body is buzzing. Every part desperate to be touched. Even... maybe...

I'm doing this, whatever it means.

He sucks on my earlobe and all that apprehension drips away. His mouth feels damn good. My nipples tighten. That flutter spreads to my stomach and thighs.

Drew grabs my hips and adjusts my position so my crotch is right below his. I can feel him through my jeans. He's hard and he's pressed up against me. I shift my hips to grind against him.

It's just the right amount of friction. Pleasure rushes through me.

Drew lets out a low groan. He unhooks my bra and pulls it off in a huff.

His lips close around my nipple. He runs his tongue over it with just the right amount of pressure.

He rocks against me. The weight of his body feels so damn good. He's warm and he's hard and he's mine.

His hand slides up the inside of my leg. My breath hitches. My chest tightens.

"Drew." I try to relax as I exhale but it's not working.

He brings his lips back to my ear. "I want to touch you, Kara."

And God does that feel good. Every place his fingertips touch buzzes with need. All these clothes in the way. Usually they protect me from questions, but now they're keeping me from Drew.

"I'm going to go insane if I don't touch you." He drags his teeth over my neck. He grabs my hand and slides it over his. "Show me."

Okay. I can do that. I relax into the couch. The tension in my chest eases.

I guide his hand up my thighs and between my legs.

There.

He rubs me over my jeans. Just hard enough. Just heavy enough.

Pleasure shoots through me. I arch my back and surrender to it.

The pressure builds, tighter and tighter, until I'm almost there. I groan. I dig my nails into the skin of his back and hold his body against mine.

Drew kisses his way back to my lips. I moan into his mouth. I sink my nails into his skin.

Pleasure builds. More. More. More. Until I'm almost on the edge. I buck my hips. I kiss him back as hard as I can.

The smooth fabric of my underwear presses against me. Almost. I break free of our kiss and pant.

"Drew," I groan.

His teeth scrape against my neck. He rubs me with that same perfect pressure. That pressure inside me builds until I'm on the edge. I let out a low moan and rake my nails over his back.

There.

An orgasm builds inside me, more and more and more. And then I'm there, and everything inside me releases. Pleasure washes over every inch of my body. It's in my hips, my chest, my fingers and toes.

Drew shifts to his side. He undoes the button of my jeans. His lips hover over my ear. "I want to hear you say my name like that again." He sucks on my earlobe. "And I want to feel you come on my hand."

Oh God.

My body is begging me to say yes. Drew wants to feel me come on his hand. It would be criminal to resist.

He unzips my jeans and goes to pull them down my hips. I stop him. I'm not ready for that. Not yet.

But I can manage this if it's on my terms.

I grab his hand and place it on my stomach. I guide it down, below my belly button, under my panties.

There.

His fingers slide over my clit.

Yes. God, yes.

Drew's eyes find mine. It's that same penetrating look he always has, the one that makes me feel exposed. But this time it's dripping with desire.

He kisses me so hard I get dizzy. I grab onto his hand and hold his mouth against mine as he rubs me. Harder and harder until it's perfect.

My body fills with ecstasy. It doesn't seem possible that anything could feel this good.

His strokes get shorter, faster, harder, until his finger is rubbing exactly the right spot.

"Drew," I groan.

I melt into the feeling in my body. I say his name again and again.

An orgasm rises up inside me, higher and higher, and it crashes over me in a rush of pleasure.

He keeps his hand pressed against me as I come. His kiss gets harder. His free hand digs into the skin of my shoulders.

I relax into the couch, panting in a desperate attempt to catch my breath.

Drew brings his mouth to my ear. "So much better than I imagined."

He holds me until I fall asleep.