APRIL
His body presses closer, the hard weight of him against my thigh making my breath catch.
“It is more than just going to bed together,” I whisper. Another small shift lets me see him better in the dark. There is only his outline and the shine of his eyes, fixed on me with that intense focus that always makes me feel seen and exposed at the same time.
“Are you angry with me?” Diablo asks quietly.
The easy answer would be yes, but it feels childish to say it out loud. No claim exists on his time. A life came before me and a life will continue after me, whether I like it or not. Still, the knot in my chest refuses to loosen.
“You still have not told me why your pants were wet,” I say instead. “You have not told me much of anything.”
“Joe came to the bowling alley,” he says. “We ta
