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Because I didn’t know if I wanted him to follow.
And because part of me already knew he would.
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Molly
I was right.
Enzo was barely a step behind me before I turned to look at him.
“What do you think this is, Enzo?” I said.
“I think this is what you and I have both wanted since the first time we laid eyes on each other. I think this is inevitable,” he responded.
I couldn’t deny what he said. “It is, but it’s nothing more.”
“You letting me down easy, doll?” he said.
“Just making sure we understand each other,” I said.
That was more for my benefit than his. Enzo threw me off completely, making me feel things I’d never felt before. I needed to keep my head on my shoulders. If I didn’t, I might lose myself to him.
That was something I wouldn’t risk.
“We understand each other, doll,” he said.
He moved closer, pressing his lips against my neck. Then he moved his lips up the curve of my next.
Slowly.
Possessively.
I jumped.
He pulled back and braced my head with his eyes. His dark eyes were locked on my face as he studied me.
“You like it when I touch you,” he said. “You breathe differently. Your pupils dilate.”
I chuckled, the sound low, husky, proving his words true. “Jesus, are you studying me or something?”
“Obsessing, actually,” he said.
That made me falter.
I put my hand on his chest, intending to push him back.
I pulled him closer, and he leaned in.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to keep at least some distance, no matter how fake it might be.
He kissed me anyway.
It wasn’t gentle.
His mouth came down on mine with an edge of frustration—like he was tired of pretending.
Tired of waiting.