One Hell Of A Libido

Kieran laid me down in the backseat of his car. I wrapped both arms around his neck and refused to let go. Kieran didn’t argue and just took the complaint in his stride. Later, I discovered he’d made the 30-minute drive to the club in fifteen. ‘You’re going to be fine. I’m taking you to the hospital.’ He gently pulled my arms away and made to leave the backseat. ‘No! I don’t want to go to the h-hospital.’ I pouted like a petulant kid who was denied candy. My hands felt empty without his warmth. ‘I don’t want to get stuck by a needle,’ I cried. ‘Please don’t make me go!’ I didn’t have trypanophobia. But by that time, my brain was so fried, I had no idea what I was talking about. I just didn’t want him to leave my side. He answered by slamming the door shut. ‘I don’t need to go to a hospital,’ I whined. ‘They put…they put something in the wine. I was…I was drugged. You can help me.’ He started the engine. ‘Kieran Valentine! Just help me!’ I writhed in the backseat. ‘I’m offering myself t