Enzo
“I’m not going to f**k this up, Enzo,” Roman sighed, burying his face in his hands as he slunk down onto the couch in our media room. “Please don’t let me f**k this up.”
“You’re not going to f**k this up,” I reassured him.
He ran both of his hands through his hair roughly, mussing it up when he leaned back, looking as disjointed as he sounded. Roman had already told me what he and Honey were talking about the other day and that girl had no idea just how badly Roman was wrapped around her finger.
Not just Roman. Dante and I had it bad too.
I don’t think I could remember the last time Dante smiled, but he smiled for Honey. He opened up for her. f**k, it was so sweet to see. He’d been locked away in his head for so long, but Honey was a crack in his armor.
We were really doing th
