The strange feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go the fuck away and the longer it stirred and grew, the more uncomfortable Evie became. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Okay, so she'd always known there was something wrong with her, but this was a different kind of wrong, and jesus fucking christ was she really rubbing her legs together? What the actual fuck?!
Oh, Madison was saying something to her. Her head lobbed to the side a bit as she glanced at the other redhead. "Oh, umm, sure, thanks." She took the bottle, holding it almost like a shield against whatever insanity had taken root inside her in that moment. "Umm, probably shouldn't." She glanced around briefly before looking back at Madison and leaning forward a bit more toward her in an almost conspiratorial way and said, "I never really drink, so I should stick with the chocolate." There was an intensity in her expression and words, a manifestation of the confusion she felt at the lust coursing through her.