LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
Date = 13 April It took a whole week of anxious worry, but the results are out.Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center) I’m spending more time here these days than my sister does.POV – AriaIn my humble and currently unraveling opinion, Mel is way more anxious than she’s letting on. I judge t
Ilkay looks up at us — and for a moment, he doesn’t look like the confident, sharp-edged doctor. He looks … sad. Almost pleading. Then, without a word, he shoves the test results back into the envelope and presses it into Jackson’s hands.The two of them exchange another long, heavy, hangdog look. S
Mel’s eyes go round. So do Dr. Burden’s.“Making babies like fucking bunnies,” Jackson mutters, half to himself. “Isn’t one enough?”“Ugh, stop being so dramatic,” the doctor scolds. “It’s not exactly hard to make a baby.”No one volunteers a reply, but she barrels on.“Just think, if conceiving a b
I sit down and sigh deeply, not because I’m relaxed, but because I just survived five minutes of pure psychological warfare with my twin. Jackson drops into his seat like a punished dog, eyes still twitching. I can feel the storm building in him.He’s plotting something. And that never ends well.Es







