CREED’S POV:

I fumble with the temperature controls.

Seriously, I swear this van is stuffy. At least if the others had joined us in the van, I wouldn’t be stuck in bloody London traffic alone with Nona and Crimson.

This is a disaster waiting to happen and not just because Nona and Crimson aren’t talking. No. This is going to be disastrous because I’m sitting in a f*cking car with the girl I want to f*ck and the girl I once f*cked on a drunken night out.

I ...