Even if I track down the fool who has a problem with Onyx Society, I’m not going to get any closer to Rayne than I already have.
 
 I’ve told him too much, and I’ve barely told him anything.
 
 He’s starting to think he knows me, and I don’t like that, either.
 
 I loop back around toward Colossus dining hall and look in through the tall windows. Out here, it’s dark, and Ihave a clear shot to the long wooden table where Rayne is sitting with the other Onyx guys.
 
 I watch him eat a strawberry.
 
 Always eating fucking strawberries, Colson.
 
 Your lips always taste like them, too.
 
 My brother puts his arm around Rayne, giving him a little side-hug, probably trying to cheer him up.
 
 And I want to push my brother off of him like he’s touching something that’s my property.
 
 Fuck.
 
 No.
 
 Rayne can never get close to me, because I’ll never let it happen.
 
 But I’m craving him.
 
 Physically.
 
 I want his lips on me again. I want to feel what it’s like to slide my cock inside his tight ass instead of his mouth, and watch the look on his face as he takes it.
 
 What has he fucking done to me?
 
 Twisting my goddamn desires like I’m a puppet on his string?
 
 Briar was telling me earlier tonight about her moths.
 
 How they usually use the moonlight to signal which direction is upwards.
 
 But when moths see another light source, itconfusesthem. They orient all wrong to the light. And they fly in wild spirals, getting closer and closer.
 
 Moths get drawn toward the flame.
 
 Even though they don’t want to.
 
 Even though it leads to their inevitable demise.
 
 Back when Rayne used to try to fight me in high school, he was like a moth to my flame.
 
 But now it feels more like we’re bothcrashing inward.
 
 Spiraling toward each other.
 
 Whether we want to or not.
 
 Rayne licks his finger after eating another syrupy strawberry, and I wish I was at that table to taste it on his tongue.
 
 In my headphones, one of my favorite old songs comes on.
 
 “Someone to Watch Over Me” by Ella Fitzgerald, sung so beautifully I swear I can feel it in my bones. I turn the volume up on my headphones as it plays.