Wren talks, laughing with Pax, but I’m no longer in the car with them. I’m back in the waiting room, looking up into a pair of irate brown eyes and feeling about an inch tall. Carina Mendoza. Carrie, with eyes like dark cinnamon. Carrie, who already made my dick hard by scolding me like I was a naughty kid. I’m still back in the waiting room, replaying the interaction I had with the girl in my head on a loop, when Pax pulls down the driveway that leads to Riot House and spits out a string of curse words so colorful that I’m yanked into the present.
