Are you dating a goddamn cannibal?” Eva asked, grabbing his arm and pushing up the sleeve of his t-shirt. Diego looked down at the still-clear bite mark surrounding the bruise that had shown up overnight. It made him want to smile, but he fought back the urge. They were, after all, in the middle of a party their parents were throwing for Oscar, Eva and Olive before they headed back to their Chicago home the next day. Eva might not have any tact—something that was both annoying and endearing—but he did. Okay, maybe it would have been more tactful to wear a shirt with longer sleeves, but it was unusually hot for early May and he’d still been a little foggy-headed from the night he’d spent with Claire when he’d gotten dressed that morning. Just the very bottom of the mark was peeking out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt, and as far as he could tell no one else had noticed. Leave it to Eva to not only see it, but point it out. “Listen,” he told her quietly as he pulled his arm out of her grasp and raised his eyebrows.
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