Chapter 77

-Willow-

Cain had been extra touchy and attentive after we had been together at the party, but we couldn’t stay this way forever. We had returned after a little while, mingling once again, and the happy mood Cain was in seemed to make people take extra notice of him. He drew people in instead of keeping them at a distance. However, he was not particularly interested in talking too much with them. He kept touching me and kissing me, keeping me warm, and when we were on our way home, Cain and I were in the backseats with me on his lap as he kept whispering filthy things in my ear.

"Cain!" I giggled, and he slipped his hand into my dress again, right at the split between my breasts.

I pushed his hand away, giving him a scolding look, but he couldn’t stop touching me, telling me what he was going to do to me once we were home.

“You two are making me sick,” Carter called from the front seat.

“Sorry!” I called out.

“Don’t tell him sorry. We are the ones who will be vomiting when he fin