warm, dark current. Deep, raspy, lade

el

er ear, as if with that she could abso

that fooled no one, not even herself. His

e him there, frowning, instantly recognizing who it

tile, but it wasn't friendly either. There was a contained tensi

arching for support that w

wanted t

rceptible half-laugh. "Don't fuck with

to talk. She wanted to hear him. She wanted to feel that what had happened between them hadn't been

e me, do

respond for a few seconds. She could have denied it. She could have laughed. Acted indif

aid finally.

it was a different kind of s

id, in a low voice, almost confessing it. The way you looked at

d. It wasn't vanity

eeling her pulse quicke

. He was choosing what to say, measuring his words.

were going with Iván. That you were going to his bed. To

ing cruelly true about it. Maybe it did. Maybe she would have followed that path if E

at did

e you felt something impossible to ignore. That when you thought o

y. The wall, her back against the concrete, the flashing light

ous?" she ask

or. A low laugh, as if the

s not je

what i

said. "Something more prim

erritorial. That's what it was. It wasn't possessive, not in

you going to

ant to

es

silence,

lot of the old movie theater, the one on t

f I do

going

idn't know exactly why, even though her whole body told her this was

mething to Iván?" Elías

ed. "He doesn't

d. "Because you d

e hun

ing unevenly. She closed her eyes. It felt like she'd just jumped off a clif