Page 212 of When We Fall: Part One

The conversation seemed to take off after that, and thankfully, Cole didn’t say anything else. I had a feeling it was because Enzo had kicked him from beneath the table, as Cole had winced and swore softly under his breath.

An hour in, I decided I’d had enough alcohol to give me some social lubrication. Since the guys seemed to be doing well enough, I got up, went to the dance floor, and moved to the music. I needed a break from reality, honestly. Getting lost on a dance floor seemed to be the perfect way to be able to breathe for a minute.

I made it through two songs before warm arms were wrapping around me. I knew that touch.

“Enzo,” I murmured as he nuzzled into my neck from behind.

“Sunshine,” he answered softly. “You looked way too damn good out here to be dancing all alone.”

“Mm, I’m sure if I didn’t have four feral men glaring from across the room, I’d not have been dancing alone.”

He chuckled softly and turned me around to face him. He held me at the waist as we moved to the music. Enzo had always been an incredible dancer. He could move in a way that honestly made me a little jealous.

He looked so handsome tonight. Shrouded in black everything and smelling of danger and spice, he was every woman’s wet dream.

He smirked down at me like he knew what I was thinking.

“You’re easy to read,” he said.

I raised a brow. “Am I? What am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking I look damn good tonight.”

I laughed softly at that and nodded.

His grin widened. I relaxed against him. He never smiled like that anymore. I missed that about him.

“I think you look damn good tonight, too, Sunshine,” he said, his voice low and with an edge to it. “I like this black dress. It’s short and perfect for all the dirty things I’ve been thinking about since I saw you walk out in it.”

“Maybe you can show me later.”

“Fuck, you’re in for a long night.”

I rested against him, feeling content. I glanced over to see Cole watching us from the table. Anson and Ryder were at the bar with Fox. Ethan was smoking one of his sugar things. I sighed and looked up at Enzo.

“Are we OK?” I asked.

He stared down at me for a moment before answering. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Swear it. I love you. I hope tonight was good, even though E had his issues.”

“It’s fine. I worry about him.”

“Then let’s not, OK? He’s doing good right now. He just had a moment. He has therapy tomorrow. He said he’s going.”

I nodded, feeling relieved. I felt like his therapist had been helping him.

“And the drugs? He’s high a lot.”

“I know,” Enzo said grimly. “But he’s working on it.”

I knew he was trying, so I’d let it go. Again. For now, at least. I thought maybe I should try it myself to see what the big deal was. Perhaps I’d be better equipped with a frame of reference. From what I understood, it was just like weed.

We danced through another song, Enzo grinding against me in a way that had me panting for more. I knew this was the prelude to what he wanted to give me tonight. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested. I needed to tell him about Alex and the meeting tomorrow. He kept distracting me with his hands, lips, and hips, though.

“I have to tell you something,” I said as his lips brushed against mine.