“I love him, man. He’s on my mind as much as she is. I want him as much as I want her.” “But you won’t let yourself have him?” “It’s not that.” I set my mind free, sifting through the nights I’d spent with Locke and Orla in this bed. “We’ve done . . . stuff. It’s just not as easy as I want it to be. As he deserves it to be. I want him to feel as wanted as he is. I want him to know.” Rubi rubbed my arm. “Locke’s a smart dude. I’m sure he knows. Besides, you can see the spark between you from space, so I’d be worried we’d patched another dud if he hadn’t figured it out.”
