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
“Here I am waddling in self-pity while I need to get everything ready. There’s so much to do, I think I’ll need to make a list.”“Self-pity is medicine for the soul, my dear, if applied right.” Some more wisdom for me to dwell on. Later.For the time being, I’ll slap a glittery unicorn Band-Aid on t
“Cleanup or not?” He glares at Brian this time, standing motionlessly next to an equally stationary Amanda. T-Bone’s eyes move to her, squinting.“I understand. I’ll make sure.” A moment of silence. “Right.” He sighs and drops his hand. Then he puts his phone back into his pocket.Before I can breat
When she finally stands tall, I scan her quickly. No pale face, no clutching her stomach, no water breaking, no blood. Relief crashes through me like cold water. She and the baby are fine. For now. She still has a few weeks to go.“Aw, sis, don’t be like that,” I try, forcing a smile through the thr
His words hang in the air for a moment, warm, wistful, then dissipate as his tone sharpens again.“So, there are only two other options for Amanda to get pregnant without sex — IVF or a turkey baster. But in both cases, she would need your sperm … or Jackson’s, for that matter.”The image makes my s







