You just Can't have Enough

Rawl's POV

I remained frozen, looking at her. When Carla was a little older, her hair was longer, her frame a little leaner, but the intensity in her eyes wasn't any less so. Although she had aged a little, she hadn't lost any of her sharpness.

"Can I come in?" She asked me again. I felt my chest tighten at her calm, even voice.

I ought to have shut the door on her. I could have yelled at her to stay out of my way. But something in her face kept me still, something unreadable. Damn it, Carla. No matter what, she still knows how to freeze me.

I clung to the door frame, but then, for some reason, I stepped back. "Fine," I muttered.

It wasn't a complete smile but instead just a faint curve of her lips that put me on edge.

When she entered the room, her heels tapped on the wood floor as if she walked into a memory, eyes sweeping the air.

Vanessa was right behind me, her eyes wide and on Carla as though she were a ghost.