Demyan
It took me a good second to calm down in the bathroom before I could walk out. My body was stuck in such a frenzy of lust that I feared if Ethan touched me one more time tonight I would combust in front of everyone. The way his eyes had been undressing me the entire night made me feel like a god by the way he worshipped me.
If I thought things with Malia were intoxicating, I must have been wrong because I had never felt more wanted in my life. There was something about the short black dress I was wearing that made me feel like my old self. The Demyan that used to drive the twenty-seven year old Ethan crazy.