Enzo
“Come on, sunshine, have a little fun,” I teased from the other side of Honey’s bedroom door, now dressed for a late-night swim. I could hear her rummaging around, opening and closing drawers.
“I don’t think I have a swimsuit in here,” she objected, that soft voice of hers muffled through the door. “I have just about anything else, but—oh. Nevermind. One second.”
I chuckled a little under my breath, leaning beside her door. Dressed in swim trunks and nothing else. It was a particularly hot day, so why not show her the pool? We had nothing else to do, and Honey was always thinking. It was my job to distract her.
If only it was that easy for Dante. He’s been distant and weird lately, especially around our guest. I could hear Dante shuffling around his room, having a hushed conversat
