**Gia's POV**
Three nights ago, Jeremiah and I played a game. I haven't been able to calm this need in between my thighs since then. My body feels like it's on edge every time he is around me, anticipating if he will ever touch me again. Waiting for it, begging for it. God, I want him to, but I don't want to seem desperate and ask. Who am I kidding? I'm practically panting for him like a dog in heat. If I'm not careful, I'll end up waving my ass in the air begging for him to put me out of my misery. Oh, but I know the ecstasy that he would give me would be well worth the embarrassment.
What I didn't know was that the game would extend past that night. Jeremiah is careful with his movements when he is around me. A small touch on my lower back when he walks behind me. A light brush on m
