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 = 7 April Sunrise and I haven’t slept. Haven’t eaten. But I don’t even care.Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center) Here again.POV - EnriqueOne … two … three …I count my footsteps like they’re the only thing keeping me from coming apart. Seven paces to the far wall. Turn.The scent of
I landed my first role … I believe I was sixteen or such. It was your typical teen movie where I played the male lead ― a popular jerk who turned good to get the girl. It’s also where Brian and I met … he played the best friend who didn’t get the girl.“You got your first Oscar nomination.” Best tee
Stepping through the arch is like passing into another world. The air is warmer here, heavy with the smell of aged leather, polished wood, and faint traces of smoke from a fire not long extinguished.Low, ambient lighting bathes the room in golden pools, bouncing off dark wood shelves that curve aro
She says it so casually, it makes me wonder if these guys are for real, or did I accidentally stroll into an action horror movie and miss the opening credits.Sharp white headlights hurl into the parking lot and aim straight at us. The cold beams of light slice into my eyes like blades, spearing my







