MasukDate = 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 = 10 July River disappeared hours ago, and it’s partly my (hormones’) fault.Place = San Francisco (Some industrial harbor site) I’m not even sure where we are.POV - EnriqueThe docks always have that metallic silence at night. A different quiet. It vibrates peacefully — a faint wind that sl
Then she grabs some paper and a pink crayon and stuffs them in the front pocket of her jeans. “To write you a friendship letter to go with the bracelet.” She throws Misfit over her shoulder.“Where exactly are you going?” Enrique calls.River smirks. “Why, Alfred? You gonna miss me?”Before he can a
“This is the most Aria thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell him, poking it.“It’s peach-flavored inside, of course,” he smirks. “Soft sponge. Just like you.”“I am not soft.”“You cry during dog commercials.”“I have a soul. Unlike some people.”“Hey. I cried during Shrek 2.”We banter like that, eating ca
“Or worms. Hard to tell,” River huffs. “For the record, it smells better than your van. Which looks like a radioactive fungus threw up in a dumpsite.”“You were in my van?” the PI asks, eyes narrowing.River lifts a brow like he just admitted to owning Crocs with socks. “Sweetheart, I’ve lived in yo







