Honey
Enzo held me for a while afterward. He stroked my hair and held me flush against his chest while I came down not only physically, but emotionally too. We didn't need to speak as I buried my face into his chest, nuzzling further into his arms.
He hummed in his chest, lips pressed against the crown of my head. I could hear his pounding heart start to calm, his breath coming out slower and slower.
I wasn't the only one that needed the comedown.
In my memory, this would be solidified as my first real experience. Feeling protected and respected, not used and forgotten. It felt odd to let someone take care of me, to feel relaxed and shielded in a man's arms.
It would feel more natural to run away and hide under my covers, be by myself to let myself process it alone. But I think Enz
