[Never] Feed the Crows (Corvin's Crows #1)

by Jennifer Cody

Unfortunately I can’t be that lucky; I get a boner and beet red cheeks and ears.

Yes, I trust Dr. Bloom, but I don’t know him, really. I’ve certainly never gotten close enough to smell him before now, but he smells like… Well, as cheesy as it sounds in my own head, he smells like home, but not the place where I grew up. He smells like a place I want to belong, and that’s crazy—romance movie level crazy. The next thing I know, he’s going to turn out to be super wealthy and in need of a pool boy or something equally ridiculous.

I pet the seatbelt just in case I offended it with my thoughts. I don’t want it to fail because I doubted it. Yes, I am the ridiculous human that would find a friendly face in an inanimate object to fight loneliness. The crows are probably my version of Wilson, if I’m honest. Sigh. How embarrassing.

“Come,” he orders me, and I try not to let it go to my dick, but that thing has a mind of its own and apparently really enjoys being on display in the most embarrassing way ever.