Page 25 of His Little Angel

“Thank you.”

“Listen, I’m heading back to put on a movie. Nothing fancy. You can join if you want company.” He tilts his head. “You, Netflix, and—”

He pauses just long enough to smirk.

“—chill?”

I shove his shoulder. “Luke, absolutely not.”

My once-roaring libido is currently dead on the floor.

“Relax. I meant literally watching something. My jokes are trash, but my intentions are clean. Promise.”

“Sure,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “Totally.”

“To be fair, the joke set itself up,” he says. “But seriously—if you’re bored, you’re welcome.”

I open my mouth to decline. My life is messy enough. But I could use a normal night, and for some reason, Enzo is still lodged in every corner of my head.

I shrug. “Maybe.”

He grins. “See? My charm works.”

“It’s the snacks,” I deadpan. “I’m here for the snacks.”

“Then help me pick ice cream so I don’t choose something embarrassing like mint chocolate.” He pretends to gag.

“At this hour, everything we pick is embarrassing.”

We walk down the aisle together, his shoulder brushing mine. Even with Luke beside me, Enzo lingers in the back of my mind.

Fuck you, Enzo Morelli.

At checkout, I finally decide.

“I think my apartment’s closer,” I say. “We can watch a movie there. Just a movie.”

Luke nods. “Sounds good.”

I barely know this man, and I’m inviting him into my home. I won’t pretend I’ve never had one-night stands—but never in my place. Still, he feels safe.

Hopefully, a future headline doesn’t prove me wrong.

We step into the elevator. I hit my floor, and we’re pressed together in the quiet hum of rising metal.

“Remember the nachos at the bar?” he asks.

I snort. “How could I forget? You spilled cheese everywhere and blamed me.”

“I was distracted by your intense nacho-eating skills.”

I was eating like a feral animal. I laugh so hard I cover my mouth. The elevator dings, and we step onto my floor. I’m fumbling for my keys when a homicidal aura hits my back.

I turn to find Enzo standing outside my door.

Luke frowns. “Friend of yours?”

Enzo’s gaze isn’t just angry. It’s everything—possessive, dark, unhinged. I’m trapped between two worlds: the light, fragile one I just built with Luke, and the black gravity of Enzo.