We drive the rest of the way in silence, though I can feel her eyes on me every now and then. What does she see? Is she thinking the same depraved thoughts as I am? But no, that’s not possible. Zarina may put on a strong front, but I don’t think she’s very experienced. How could she be? She’s so damn young. Too young.

That should be like a bucket of ice on my balls, but it’s not. In fact, my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans, nearly making me groan.

Finally, the house comes into view. Thank God. I don’t know how to act around her or...