Nola Reynolds 

I’d been lying in bed with my eyes closed, minding my damn business when I heard the rattle of the gold door knob before it flew open.

”You sick, psycho bitch!” The blonde girl with cerulean blue eyes cursed, her raven black dress flowing out beside her captivating me for a moment before I felt the flat of her palm connect with my cheeks. I'd turned them to her like an idiot.

Now, I always told my first-timers two very important things that took Nola Reynolds from a baleful countryside girl to a fucking demon faster than you could spell N-a-r-n-i-a. 

Putting your paws on me, and putting...