Drake is at the park by the time I get there and I frown at the smile I see on his face.
What the hell is he smiling at?
He stands up when he sees me coming and waits for me to approach him before he takes a step forward.
A stupid gesture he's fond of and which he makes feel so irritating to me that I can't help but deepen the sneer on my face.
Drake is handsome and all that, he's also good in bed, but he's not the only one who is and I'm the one doing him a favor by taking him to my bed even.
Janette would have kept him sex starved for years on end if she was in my shoes, not that I would even imagine anyone wanting to have sex with her.
Ugh, just the thought of it makes me feel goosebumps racing down my spine.
"Jane?"
Drake's touch on my skin makes me flinch and I slap his hand away.
"Are you mad? Haven't I told you not to touch me in public, Drake?"
He looks away and nods, looking at his feet later on. His response comes out timid.
"I didn't mean to, I was calling your name and
