Mag-log inJULIANWe got to the Romano house before noon. Mum was already in the sitting room. The pages were on the table. She’d laid them out before we walked in. Dante wasn’t in the room. Enzo stayed by the doorway. He didn’t sit. I sat next to her because she’d asked us to come and I wasn’t leaving her to do this alone.Lila came in wearing a coat like she’d just stopped by. She looked at the table and her mouth went tight.“Elena. You called me here to wave paper at me in their house?”“Sit down,” Mum said.“I’m not sitting in a Romano parlour so you can accuse me—”“Sit down, Lila.”She sat. She looked at me, then at Enzo, then back at Mum.“Julian shouldn’t be here for this.”“Julian’s the one you mailed,” I said. “I’m staying.”Lila’s eyes went to the folder. “You’ve been listening to them.”“I’ve been reading,” I said. “That’s not the same thing.”Mum pushed the courier slip across the table. “Look at it. Your account. Your send. Don’t tell me it isn’t.”Lila barely looked. “I did what
JULIANI woke up early and left him in the bed on purpose, because if I stayed I was going to start the morning the same way we had ended the night, and I actually wanted coffee first. I was still sore in a way that made me smile at the kettle like an idiot when his arms came around me from behind and his mouth landed on my shoulder.“You’re up,” he muttered.“Someone has to make this. You just lie there looking loved.”He laughed into my neck. “I do love you.”I turned in his arms and kissed him, and it started soft and then it didn’t, because he had that morning voice and his hands were already under my shirt. He lifted me onto the counter like it was nothing and stood between my knees and kissed me until I forgot the coffee.“Enzo.”“What?”“The kettle.”“It can wait.”He dropped to his knees on the kitchen tile, pulled me forward, and spread me open before I could argue. I grabbed the edge of the counter and swore when his mouth found me, wet and deliberate, eating me out like we
JULIAN I didn’t let him finish the next sentence.I jumped.He caught me on instinct, hands under my thighs, and I kissed him hard enough that he made a startled sound into my mouth before he kissed me back.“I’m sorry,” I said against his mouth. “I overreacted. I know I did. I heard the call and I packed a bag like that was a personality, and I’m sorry.”“Julian—”“I mean it. I was angry and I was scared and I left you in that kitchen and I still missed you the whole time, which is pathetic, and I love you.”He froze.The words were out. My stomach dropped so fast I almost snatched them back.“I didn’t—forget that. I didn’t mean to say it like that. I can take it back. I—”He kissed me. Properly.“I love you too. Don’t take it back.”“You froze.”“Because I’ve been trying not to say it in a dorm room after three days of you not answering me.” His forehead tipped to mine. His breath was shaky. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve told you the second I found that letter. I shouldn’t have made
ENZOMarcus and Theo showed up without asking, which was how they always showed up, and I opened the door because if I didn’t they would keep knocking until the neighbour started something.“Jesus,” Marcus said, walking straight in. “You look like you lost a fight with your own furniture.”Theo held up a bag. “We brought beer. And those crisps you pretend you don’t eat. Move.”“I’m fine.”“That’s cute,” Marcus said. “Sit down. You’ve been a ghost for two days. People are starting to write poetry about it.”“What people?”“Us,” Theo said. “We’re people. Sit.”I sat because they were already in the kitchen, already opening cupboards like they lived here, and Marcus leaned against the counter and looked at me properly.“Alright. What’s going on with you?”“Nothing.”“Don’t do that. You’ve been walking around like someone unplugged you. Is it Damien? Because if it’s Damien, I swear to God, Enzo, that boy is not worth this face.”Theo cracked a can and slid it toward me. “He’s banned you,
JULIANI called Charlotte from the stairwell because I couldn’t stay in that house, and I wanted to be alone.She picked up on the second ring. “What’s wrong?”“Can you get me a room?”“What?”“A room. On campus. Just for a few nights. Please.”“Julian, what happened?”“Enzo and I had a fight. I need somewhere to stay.”I heard her moving. “How bad?”“Bad enough that I left.”“Are you hurt?”“No. I just can’t go back there tonight.”“Okay. Don’t go to the front desk and make a scene. Give me twenty minutes. Where are you?”“Stairwell. Our building.”“Go outside and wait by the side gate. I’ll call you back.”She hung up. I went down with the bag on my shoulder and stood by the side gate with my phone in my hand and didn’t open Enzo’s name. Charlotte called again while I was still there.“I pulled something,” she said. “Old block. Empty room since midterm. I know the girl on duty. She’ll sign you in if I come with you. Can you walk?”“Yes.”“Then walk. I’ll meet you at the side entranc
ENZOTwo days later I took the call on the balcony because the apartment was quiet and I figured Julian was still in the bathroom. I was still on the line asking about my dad and about his when I heard him behind me. I turned around and he was standing in the doorway with wet hair, listening.I hung up.He came inside. I followed him in and shut the balcony door.“Who was that?” he said.“Work.”“Don’t do that. I heard the names. I heard you ask about your dad. I heard you ask about mine. How long have you been doing this?”“A few weeks.”He stared at me like he needed the number said twice before it would land.“A few weeks,” he said. “You’ve been paying someone to look into this for a few weeks and you didn’t tell me you found out.”“Found out what, Julian? That you think my dad murdered yours? I wouldn’t even have known you thought that if I hadn’t opened your drawer. So tell me why you’re this pissed at me when you never said a word either.”“Because you found it and you still sai
The rain kept hitting the roof of Enzo's black SUV which created loud noises. The windows were covered with fog.I was already naked in the back seat. Enzo sat between my spread thighs without his shirt on while his dark eyes showed intense desire.He bent down to kiss me deeply while his tongue fo
JULIANI sat there on the kitchen slab for a split second, cock still twitching, mind reeling. Cum and saliva glistened on my skin. Panic hit me like a truck. I shoved off the counter, legs shaky, and practically ran to the sink. Cold water blasted from the faucet as I splashed my face and hands, s
JULIANI used my full strength to shove Enzo away from me by pushing both of my hands against his chest. I told Enzo to stop because of his drunken state. The situation had become insane. My shove barely moved him an inch. I actually wanted to push him away from me. My body craved his touch. Enzo
I can’t believe I just walked into a gay club on a Friday evening. And don’t get me wrong. I’m gay. But then—I really need some place to cool my head off, not a place where I could be distracted by some hot men—My very own taste. Either way, I can’t blame myself. I’m a total stranger in Boston Ma







