Date = 24 April
A day or so of s*x passed.
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
And we’re back where it started. Again.
POV - Aria
“I’m so glad you guys are okay.” Thalia leans her head against my shoulder, her arm hooked possessively through mine. Enrique and I had bumped into her in the reception area, and somehow she glued herself to us like a barnacle on a yacht.
She smells faintly of jasmine mixed with airport bubblegum — sweet but also a little too much for the sterile hospital corridor we’re in.
After a few quiet paces, she bubbles out a chuckle that sounds too bright against the muted squeak of our sneakers and the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above. “I still can’t believe you were almost raped … eh … is that even the right term for men? I mean, I guess it is.”
