Tom H

I've known Tom for several years, but I hardly ever saw him, just like my father. They both worked at a military base, where they met and became very close, to the point of moving into a cabin near the city. He never met me in person, nor I him, until a week ago, when I decided to visit my father at his cabin.
From the moment I arrived, I could feel his gaze fixed on me, the entire time. I can never describe what he thinks or feels; he's very reserved. But the way he looks at me is unnerving, like a constant desire is growing inside me.
One of those nights I decided to go to a party at a car race with my friends. A mysterious guy kept looking at me, and without me noticing, he came closer and slipped something into my drink. I took another sip from the glass without noticing anything strange, but after a few minutes I started to feel uneasy. I needed to leave, but I didn't know who to talk to. An idea quickly crossed my mind, so I called Tom just once. He didn't answer, but he quickly texted me.
"Everything okay? I just got a call from you. Let me know if you need anything." I read his message as best I could while heat began to invade my body. I quickly replied

"I saw you called me. Do you need anything? You're supposed to be at your party."