In his room. On his bed. His hood is so low that it’s almost covering his eyes, but I can tell by the way his face falls that he’s assuming we’re hooking up, that I brought Carter in here and climbed on top of him just to fuck with him. I can’t say I blame him. That’s definitely something I would do if I’d thought of it first. Xavi blinks as if he thinks we might vanish into thin air, then blinks again. “Are you serious right now?”
