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
I’m broken. There’s no other explanation. I’ve officially reached the level of brain damage where nasal mucus triggers warm fuzzy feelings and hardens my dick. Fantastic.I need out.“I’ll… uh… grab some coffee,” I mutter, backing out of the room like a man retreating from a live grenade.The hallwa
Returning to the lobby, we slip beneath another archway, and as the steps guide us down into a cavernous lower level, the club’s true personality begins to bear its teeth.The air changes — cooler, buzzing louder with the echo of bass already testing the walls.Overhead, enormous industrial cages da
Date = 1 April The worst birthday ever.Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center) Funny how most of our birthdays end up in the ER.POV Enrique“They both have hypothermia,” Ilkay starts, his voice somewhere far away. I only catch fragments through the static in my head.“… bradycardia … small b
“Okay, besides the fact that you’re stating it a little harshly, what’s the problem? She’s your girlfriend. Isn’t that, you know … the point?”I glance at her, realizing too late that I’ve said more than I should. My brain scrambles for a softer landing.“What I mean is … I liked her before,” I admi







