Sophia’s POV

  

   The cards lay scattered on the old wooden table in the basement, the air down here thicker now with the smell of our sweat and something sharper, something that made my skin prickle every time Ryan shifted in his chair across from me. 

  

   I could feel the dampness between my legs soaking right through the thin fabric of my thong, and my tank top clung to my chest where my nipples stood out hard and obvious, begging for attention I knew he was giving them with every glance. 

  

   We had been playing for what felt like hours but probably wasn't more than twenty minutes, and already I sat...